A MATTER OF CONDITIONING
A MATTER OF FACT

"Brian Wilson"... the tune makes me want to cry. And tonight was basically FUCKING CRAZY. Like intense talks...or lackthereof.

So goodnight, goodnight. WHEN I HEAR THAT RING I SMILE BECAUSE IT MEANS I WASN'T FORGOTTEN. MULTIPLE CAPS. I cant PACKAGE because I DONT KNOW PHYSICS. Moreover, a degree in English will get you a job at Taco Bell. Education is guaranteed but I wont settle for a piece of shit job. Or take the easy way out. AND UM...Here IS A CONVERSATION I HAD TODAY:

Katy: Carrie Underwood is fat.
*: No she is not if she was sitting in the living room she'd be gorgeous.
K: No, I know what a pretty girl looks like...
*: YEAH BUT DO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM?


WHAT???? I'm typing really "hard" right now.

THANKS! =P >: )

the end of the beginning is today. no, really. it feels bueno.