Wednesday, October 09, 2002

fuck

Monday, October 07, 2002

I don't like this template, but perhaps it will grow on me, we shall see...
Lets see, did I do this template thing right?
A birthday used to mean something. But now, people just expect you to buy them whatever they want because its their birthday. Whatever happened to that old adage "It's the thought that counts"? Cause not any fucking more it doesn't. They give you lists, of what they want, and it is all just so fucking annoying. It should be sufficient to get a card with maccaronni on it as long as it is from me. Jesus, and my Mother dearest wants no football on during the week of her birthday( this week.) That was why I had to listen to the Raider game on NFL.com. At least they fucking won.
Well what do you know, the school filters don't block this site out, even though I type fuck extremely often. This law class is so inane. She (teacher) has us copy vocabulary words without actually teaching us shit...ah, I miss Tremper, cause at least that shit was what made that school special. Goddamn shitty school, I hate the south.

Sunday, October 06, 2002

I really feel as if birthdays are just a pointless waste of time. Goddamn I'm too pissed right now, ( also listening to the Raider game) so I'll explain later.
Raiders are kicking ass right now. They better fucking win...