Wed, 28 Jun 2006 04:30:35 GMT

hey kids, lets go stab someone.

no.
i love you joe

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 19:34:00 GMT

i love sara.

and beer.

bongs.

Tue, 02 May 2006 03:41:21 GMT

So there I was in my room and I'm paranoid about my mom hiding outside of my window. And so I didnt want to smoke out of it in fear that she would jump out ctach me then send me to a boarding school. So I look around and I go sit on my bed. Then I get cold and get under my covers, meanwhile this half of a joint is sitting on the table by my bed along with a mini purple lighter. I start conjuring ideas up in my head about smoking. Then i just decided to do it right there. I grabbed the joint, lighter, cellphone, and something to ash in and I pull the covers over my head and sit up indian style and make sure all my covers arent making a hole where all that cold air flows through. So after this I got comfortable, and I lit it up. It took a few tries but it got lit. And I smoked it, right there under my covers. I smoked out my bed so much that My right eye was watering down to my cheek. after I ashed it all, I just sat there in the smoke and opened up my cell phone to where the blue light shines and watched the smoke float iredescently. Overall my whole room smells like fucking pot and so do I. And I came here and sat down at my crumy computer in my den, and I write this whole story about smoking a teenager smoking a joint. And I'm thinking to myself, right this very moment, WHY AM I SO GOD DAMN AMAZING WHEN I'M HIGH.

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 21:47:37 GMT

Sorry I'm not a virgin

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 01:48:28 GMT

Let's pretend we dont exsist.
Let's pretend we're in Antartica.

Nobody knows you