Friday, April 22, 2005

grh.

i reckon peaches will sink down well with this cracky bitch mood of mine:

"...i'm the kinda bitch that you wanna get with, i'm the kinda bitch that you wanna get with, i'm the kinda bitch that you wanna get with. can you handle it? i'm the kinda bitch that you wanna get with..." - peaches - i'm the kinda

"...i see you sittin' and stuffin' your face, why don't you stuff me up? eat a cookie, eat a big dick every day. what? eat a cookie, eat a big clit every day. what?..." - peaches - stuff me up

"...we wrap it. and then we bag it. in a tight lil package and there you have it. or else we sack it. do you wanna sack it? alright, let's sack it..." - peaches - bag it

i don't get it. i just finished working and i have the whole next week off. had a really good day and all my assessments are done. i should be feeling fucken great. yet i am not. fuckshitfuck.

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