I know it's been forever since I last updated; deal with it, you know you never update yourselves, so whatever. My mother is fucking insane. She keeps insisting that I date Aleksandros, and while I do like him--we've been friends forever even though we've nothing in common except our hatred for school and shit--I am not about to have sex with him. I'll leave that for Raul (the fucking accent on this computer doesn't work anymore; I live in a shithole), thank you very much. Between Stupidhead, Fuckface, and Ntrash, my life is already over.
dallrath is going straight to hell, and I, for one, am pretty happy about it. That girl stole my Caroline Playbill, one of the ones Tonya signed, the one in colour. Yes, that one. In revenge, I plan on going into her room with a bunch of boys--the ones I played poker with the other night, especially Jonah--and locking them in. Then she'll be grounded for weeks on end for violating the no boys rule, and our mother can make her eat crushed and blended cornflakes through a straw.
Okay, I admit that I am obsessed with death. Well, death, destruction, and Raul, in that order. Throw in a little Metallica and you have me in a nutshell.
Why the fuck are people so arrogant around here? I need to get out of fucking suburbia or my brain will rot, just like everyone else's. At least demetakat and I can pretend to be an old married couple in London and not have to worry about all the shitheads in Lexington.