Jeremiah erased in my lap. Against him I am a horrible poet, who can only giggle and moan in all avaliable colors. My holy Jolly Rancher is hot glued-gunned to my paper diary. ah life is dandy Yellow mini coopers are like limousines when CPS is driving. I've never met a car that's made me laugh before. Knocking on bloodsoaked and ill-fated doors on the way home, was like a lemonade stand on a street corner. Pretty refreshing when your thirsty and stupified. The woman thought she was so poised, merely walking past the window. *giggles senselessly* Strings. God. WTF. W/E its finished English is like a heavy tombstone on my face. I can't look straight ahead without commenting on that trampt. If it wasn't for CPS in that lame class, I would get high thrills, and razorablades to pronouce a massacred. If I don't effin get my braces off by Thanksgiving, I will turn into a clown, and who knows what will happen BEWARE *daydreams