
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: my songbird. dear eyja,
i wrote i song for you. but i dont know if you'll love it. the yellow party was not awesome. i drank abit, but only felt it later. michele got me the drink, you know i hate beer. but later josie and fiona bought liquor.=) fiona was funny, she was on a mindtrip, lucky alala was not played. i didnt stop dancing until quite late. went out to smoke more than we danced really. hmm. i had enough rest, i woke up at 11 cos mom's out, yay! hmm. i had breakfast, coffee&fag. mom cooked but, X. there's htdj. but oh my, beat was already hellakids podium. so, i cannot imgaine. i wanna do shopping alone. but i'm really shy to. btw, about the yellow party. alot of ppl i never met before was there. yellow freeloaders. iam so happy i dont haf to wear yellow to get it. what else. oh yes, pretend to be drunk fuckers were crowding the place. i pissed one off. he broke a glass. and kicked it at me, i cud punch his face, but he was a kid. i just said "fuck you." the speakers fell.lucky for the podium bitches, if not they'd be dead.X it's saturday. our stay home day. dad's surely missing you. much lesser than i do. i wanna get more sleep, to pass the time. love&rockets, XXX shaa. |