Friday, August 19, 2005
its jus plain absurd.
my fricking arse half-witted moronic puerile drippy dopey dim dense what-my-mom-calls-my-brother is SO BLOODY WACKED.
HE MADE A PRETENTOUS STATEMENT. HE SAID THE SKIPPING ROPE, THAT I WAS USING. (IT WAS PURPLE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD) WAS HIS?! HOLLY MOLLY HE'S, URGH. IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE HIS NAME ON IT. AND MOM BOUGHT IT FOR ALL OF USSSSS, US!
HE SCREAMED IN MY EARDRUMS FOR PETE'S SAKE. IM DEAF ENOUGH AS IT IS, GOING HUH WHENEVER I CANT HEAR YOU WHICH IS, LIKE, MOST OF THE TIME.
I CANT EVEN BELIEVE HE'S BLOOD RELATED TO ME. I BET HE WAS PICKED UP SOMEWHERE IN A DUMPSTER OR SMTH. MOM WAS JUST TOO KIND TO LET HIM DIE.
OOOOO, HOW I WISH SHE HAD. LET HIM DIE.
9:04 PM
