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[Mar. 5th, 2010|09:13 pm] |
I woke up this morning with someone's gum in my hair. How was I so sure it wasn't mine? Well, I still had a piece in my mouth... which still tastes like Jack Daniel's.
Unless it was my piece in my hair and someone else's in my mouth... I'm not sure which one is worse.
Whiskey is not my friend, I've decided for the millionth time already. Jack and I are having a huge disagreement on which end my food needs to come out, and I don't even know who's toilet this is. At least no one's home.
Anyway, still no sign of Daddy, damn this house is huge! and that reminds me, I probably need to find a new place to live. The old man's parents are getting cranky with me, running up my phone bill, and then they expect me to pay them rent? What the fuck is that?
Craigslist, here I come... |
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[Mar. 5th, 2010|02:12 am] |
There ain't no "baby please" when I'm shootin' the breeze with her
When everything you see is a blur
And ecstasy's what you prefer
But it's so overrated, love and hate it
Wouldn't trade it, ( love me Jaded ) |
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