!troz

um...i thought i wanted to write. i guess i don't.
there's a voice in my head telling my to get back to work, but it sounds quite similar to the voice that tells me to do naughty things...if i listen to it now what will keep me from doing so on the bad occasions? dammit. i dunno. *explodes into a million pieces all over the floor* hm....

voice: get back to work!
kennapea: just a minute...i'm writing.
voice: yer not gonna graduate...
kennapea: what do you care?
voice: i caaaare...reeeeeaaally i do. and by the way...see the kid in the hallway? kick 'im.
kennapea: i can't kick, dumbass...elsewise i would have by now.
voice: fine, you gotta lighter, light 'im.
kennapea: do you realize how bad that would smell. i hate the smell of burnt hair...
voice: fine...bite 'im?
kennapea: i don't think so, i don't get that friendly with family...
voice: oh fine, get back to work.
kennapea: pssh.

anyway, yeah...you heard the man. i gotta go.

and joey ramone is dead...man...

Mood:nothing,no mood,it's all gone
Music:oh stuff...just stuff.