| "Who do I need to kill?"
[nauseous]
i wrote you a letter, giving reasons as to why i've been feeling these past few months, and why i've been doing what i did.
i planned to give it to you today. but i changed my mind.
i wanted to start over, to try again. but it seems i cant.
and you obviously dont know what you're talking about, so i'm not gonna say anything anymore. nor will i try.
anyway, today was drama day. the only people that kept me sane during the game were jason and anil. strange to say...but yeah. thank you for indian boys and whatever jason is. i forgot...but i know it's like 5 cultures...um...italian, german, SCOTTISH!, armenian, french? was it? oh well. found out stuff about someone. dude. i support you all the way. oh yes. and the whole game, i made only ONE sexual joke about anil...not THREE...ONE! the jokes about your legs didnt count. and i just realized how weird this would sound to everyone so...haha. and crystal, you're never gonna get the trombone part for word up. accept it. haha...the waaaaaavvveee...
after the game, talked to jackie, jason, and camille about things. about that letter i had written. they all said that i shouldnt give it anymore. cause...yeah.
"who should i kill? who should i beat up? well, that's, that's bullshit."
jason, you rock. thank you for that.
rode home with pogi joe [hah!], my sister, and vic.
and that's it. goodbye.
signing off, space monkey
-edit-
i changed it, happy jason? |
