parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kevlar Is My Bulletproof Vest Listening To: The Hustle And Bustle Of The Library History class. D period. This day won't fucking end. At all. I guess I am supposed to find out information on 19th century liberalism. Ummm. Anyway, my mothers birthday is today. Woohoo. I got her this book that she really wanted caleed "Salt in your sock." It's like this home remedy book. I got it online and I am shipping it to her. I told I forgot to get her somthing and, hopefully, the book will arrive today and it'll be a suprise. She'll never guess that I got her the book. I can't wait until she gets it. Ben is being a fucking asshole to me. I don't wanna get into specifics, he'll probably be laughing at all of this and he is probably going to go make fun of me with Julia or Kelly like little school girls. Whatever. All I gotta say is that you are fucking ruining Yellowcard for me, not the other way around. I had their CD months before you did. I liked them before you did. Stop being a fucking prick by annoying the fuck out of me. All you want from me is a reaction. A yell, a demand, a reaction. It's really stupid what you have been doing this past week. You've been an apathetic asshole and it's really immature of you the fucking slap me on the back 900 hundred times until my back is bright red and I can't beleive you would have the audacity to tell me to not ruin Yellowcard for you. I'm not ruining anything. Your ruining them for me, you selfish retard. Don't fucking slap me ever again. Just be a good friend, because, quite frankly, it seems like the only reason why your freinds with me is so you can get a good laugh with our friends. It's just selfish and mean. Stop using me. If you want a reaction, here it is. Your not as big as you think you are. 10:39 a.m. - 01-28-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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