Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Dance, Fucker Dance.
It was a good night. And then it wasn't.
Shoulda stuck to drink'n lone. I didna know... bout... bout things. Not my place to say. M'sorry everybody. I did a bad thing.
And it all started cause a stupid anger. Stupid, stupid anger.
AND FUCK YOU
fuck that word righ now.
FUCK YOU A LOT.
Yea, you, you get a lot of fuck yous in the face. You know how many times... how many times making Lissie cry is too many? NO? Let me make it abundentally clear that you crossed that line fucker.
I am not happy bout it. Nosirree.
...olordy Lissie'll read thisinthemorniggg...
fuck it. ss'allready mornin.
m'really, really sorry.