avril lavigne’s new video is such garbage. who can believe a crappy love whiney song from someone who looks like a 13 yr. old chickadee? and like she’s all rich as shit but she’s in this seedy hotel room and who wears running shoes with tube sox and underwear when they’re sleeping in bed?
I slipped away I slipped on a little white lie We got heads on sticks You got ventriloquists We got heads on sticks You got ventriloquists Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed [x4] Rats and children follow me out of town Rats and children follow me out of town Come on kids…
ok lets talk about towels. yes towels. sometimes they smell really bad but there’s nothing else so you’re forced to dry off with ‘em and then you reek like a smelly towel all day long and other people’s dirty greasy hands too. some towels look pretty but they’re shittily absorbant, you know those beach towels that only have the little loopy things on one side. useless. you can wrap them around and around your body forever and feel like a fluorescent green with yellow polka dots popsicle or something gay like it. you may as well airdry with towels like that, they do nothing.
i’m having crazy dreams again. i have the cat in my other hand so i’m typing with one hand only. watched lost in translation last nite. was good. i can’t wait for summer. im getting my period too so every few steps i take i’m like urrggrgdslkhfds;lkfhdsf awww pain pain pain. and im wearing a black knit-hat with pink cat ears over my aidshair. i wish i could pull it down further over my aidsface. damn.
ching chang chong i have a crush on that asian dude in better luck tomorrow do u ever call frank frankenstein? no but frankaphone was really good. every bar in town was closed last nite it sucked finally went to the abbey grill this guy killed hisself and the blond girl met the spy
i’m so sick of looking at this shirt
what’s up fags
hey i need more peope to talk at me on msn – parkdaleraymi@hotmail.com is me