Sep 21, 2003
here i am DUN DUN rock you like a hurricane
still no power. i'm at angie's house right now. and she's all bruised. from. the accident. its really hott. i love bruise. bruce? boobs. ok. i'll sex your city! hahaha. yes. so. i have no power. it bites the big one. not fun. not fun. kyle. wait, kyle gets his own paragraph:
kyle is the greatest. the last two nights i have called him up at 1 in the morning and he's nice enough to open up his house to me and watch family guy with me. and help me with my history homework. this is why i love kyle.
angie's dying. poor angie. poor sean. poor gordon. poor vinnie? poor other guy? i guess. yes. well. i dont know if i'll have school tomorrow. i just dont know. i dont think bowie high even has power right now. i just dont know. even if it does, and i dont have power. how can i attend class with no alarm clock and no clean clothes? i cant. i rant. i pant. pants. i've been wearing the same pair of pants pretty much since thursday. the other night, i slept in them, because i was too scared to go down to my dark basement all alone to get my pj pants. flashlights are scary. and remind me of nightmares. been doing jigsaw puzzles by candlelight. every damn night. listening to 1500 am. or 630 am. newscasters talking about isabel. yep. angie is the best. and i wonder if she ate the rest. of the cookie.... breast.
.....with rainbow sprinkles.
posted by sarah 4:49 PM
