November 25, 2009. (Part 2)
Dear Anne Frank,
Yeah, yeah, I'm not done complaining yet.
Let me continue the whining.
I ought to get started on my 'Sinterklaas suprise', but Jeeezus Crying, who the fuck thought of that shit anyway?.!.
It's fucking dumb. And I'm blut. GAAAAAAARGH!
Oh crap. I just strangled my stuffed dog.. Hmmpf.. Poor sweetpea. I'll go stitch him up and die in hell.
Ciao.
Never explain-- Your friends do not need it, and you're enemies shan't believe you anyway.
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