There all compete for your love,
But I don't need to screw with that,
If you don't believe it's your loss, your loss,
.....
If you don't like what I say,
Put it in your blog,
I promise no one even gives a damn
Cobra Starships's I May Be Rude But I'm The Truth

I had a dream beech was thrown out of the window by Lloyd. Wonder when that'll happen.

'CAUSE I GOT MY OWN MONEY;
Rehearsals were bullshit. Wasted my motherfucking time. Will not talk about it or I'll just rant in some vulgar fuck blog post and you guys will complain to your mommies that I'm a bad girl who swears. HAH; carajo perra.

WE GO SHA NA NA NA NA NA ;
Went lunch with K, D and D at SC. D still doesn't have her rubix cube. Went back home, didn't have anything to wrote so I slept. Then dreamt of the window fantasy.

I'VE EATEN OFF THE FLOOR BEFORE ;
blogdrive can be such a biatch sometimes. Everything just disappeared. All the better. I think God has a reason for all of this, he doesn't want me to post about such stuffs. I'm sorry. You know best for me so I'll just accept it. I love God.

Gabe Saporta is like sex on toast. The smexiest Mexican, seriously. I can just drool over him while watching The Church Of Hot Addiction live where he rides up his shirt. FUCKING HOT. D'accord, too much. And Ryland's voice is the sex. FUCK.

toodles, you no-good people who read this dead blog.

fucking tag it will you ?

Bet you no one will, now. *smiles wide wide*

mrye; suck-what-uh saporta
P.S. Notice the emphasism on Gabe's hotness.
P.P.S. hot lah sial. fucking hot, cheebye, can eat him up. Sex on toast.