This is really odd, but I just realized that no matter what I put in here, no one will read it. I freakin tried to get a LIIIIIITTLE bit of privacy on my LJ, but it seems good ol' devArt's more secure. That said, I'll move on to the purpose of the typing. I'm gaining a wonderful tolerance for alcohol. Don't feel sick anymore when I drink. Samurai Champloo is fucking awesome, as is to be expected from Shinichiro Watanabe. You know, he did Cowboy Bebop and all. Umm... The car is still a bad-ass little ride. Fifteen-year-olds can be surprisingly fun people to be around, and older women can be just plain intoxicating. Shave gel can make your shaving experience a thousand times more enjoyable, and it's not bad having long nails if they're strong. My nails are. I could kill a small animal with these things. Gonna cut em tomorrow, though. No one likes a coke addict. With that... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAPOOOOOOOOOOSSSSTEEEEEEDDDDDDDD!!!
hahaaa, I forgot! My school is so entirely NOT an art school that it makes me wanna beat my old shit-shit cars with a STICK! BIG ONE! WHAM!
The friend I once knew is all but gone.
Now you are something I don't care for.
Now you are something I'll do without.
Goodbye, I'd rather not talk to you anymore.