My Mom just told me to get a grip on myself because I was laughing really hard at her question. Her question was does my hair look like a wild woman from Borneo... It was six inches in the air and it was funny.
I really want to learn how to play the guitar... and the cello... and the saxophone. Even though I already know how to play the clarinet, trumpet and a little bit of the piano. My grandfather must be right, music isn't going to be a good profession for me.
Rainbow is turning into more and more of a gay fest. And this time I'm not a part of it. If I have to hear about someone not talking to someone about how they don't like them just so that someone can get with that someone at Grand Family I am going to BURST! At least their little gay buddy didn't run out of the organization and leave them hanging.
John Mayer's a babe... yep.
I don't want to hear about prom either, and that little girl that you supposedly don't like but you're taking her to prom in your little stupid joker costume... Gah!!!
I miss my wifeyy because she's the best and we can cuddle and watch musicals together and sing them and walk and eat and not feel fat and trade bras and sleep and be my best friend and yell about people together and not let anyone else come. Sighhh...
URK! Damn Yankees is stupid.
My band teacher is not racist nor is he called "Master Johnson." You're stupid.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment