Current mood:	accomplished
Current music:	the misfits ~ horror hotel

no motivation for a real post!!!
my liver is leaking
it's those fuck damn crackers

i am a generic kid with a livejournal
i'm a sad little fat girl...i weigh 105 pounds and that's too much. plus my daddy won't let me go to see marilyn manson in concert because he says he worships the devil. stupid parents don't know anything. they're all a bunch of conformists. so i'm gonna go cut myself, then drip my blood from my bloody wrists into a deep, dark menacing well, so it fills up with my own blood. then i am going to hop throw myself into that deep, dark menacing well so i drown in darkness and blood and sorrow and bats (of the baseball variety) and other things of such nature.

that joke has been used far too much
far too...much
oh...oh oh oh. i forgot to talk about jello biafra. everyone should see the bikini bandits experience. it's the greatest thing ever. ever. in existence. except probably not.

BEER!...is bad for your health...sometimes. on saturdays. unfortunately, it's a saturday. i like saturday. unfortunately, today is sunday.

my back is itchy but i have an amputated arm. i wonder how people who have amputated arms (both of them, that is) scratch their back. maybe they're really talented and can use their toes. people think that people with amputated arms are disabled, but they can actually do a lot more shit than the average person can do! the same goes for people with amputated legs...any kind of amputees for that matter. next time you see an amputee, you should be jealous. i wish _i_ could have some missing limbs.

so maybe the subject line lied. maybe this is a real post. actually, originally, i was just going to put that bit on the top about "it's those fuck damn crackers". it was gonna end there. of course.

my nipples are erect. i'm very excited because it's tuesday.

ooooh. mars. keep those crackas off mars. and back in the yard. covered in mustard. and tape. electrical tape.

i don't like duct tape very much because it smells bad. i know a bunch of lame punk kids who stick it all over their stuff. something's broken that cannot be mended with safety pins? stick duct tape on it. my penis broke once and i tried to fix it with duct tape...oh lord, do these kids have brains? i wonder how many retard punk kids tried to duct tape their dicks back on their body when their penis breaks or falls off.

i still haven't gotten laid. how long has it been? i feel like a dog. or something to that effect. no...not a dog. i feel like a creature from the land of dissonance who hasn't gotten laid in quite some time. this amount of time will not be discussed. just the fact that i haven't gotten laid in a long time is all you need to know.

i'd also like to point out, for my own reference, that i need to learn to stop repeating things and saying unnecessary things. i like typing. typing is good for the mind, body, and soul.

anus

well...i've run out of things to say...er...type. TYPE!

uh

your lover...sometimes. on weekends,
-JFK-