||Millencolin- Surfing In My Room
This sucks massive downward banana cock... ::cough::
Yeah, today, again, was boring as fuck. What a surprise. My nose is all stuffy, and I feel like crap. What else is new.
I'll bitch again. I hate not knowing what's going on (I think I've previously mentioned that). This constant feeling of... I don't know... 'worry' or something... It's fucking pissing me off. There's really nothing I can do. With joy comes pain... but it shouldn't be like that. I should stop comparing things (sorry for "beating around the bush" but details and specifics aren't something I'm going to get into to). I sort of resent the fact that things can't be like they used to. This isn't what I'm used to... by far. In a way that's good, but in other ways, in ways that truly matter... it can be a total suckfest. I know I shouldn't complain, I have only myself to blame... What's done is done and gone, and by the looks of it, especially now, I know it'll stay that way. I'll try not to dwell on it, there's nothing I can do about it... Well, nothing I want to do about it. I like things the way they are, everything's fine... I'll get over it eventually.
Alright, now that I've confused all of you... I'll rant.
So, Homeward Bound... We've all seen it. Now, who the fuck names a GOLDEN retriever "Shadow"?... The fucking dog is gold, damnit!... I suppose it could be because the fact that the dog is constantly up the little boy's ass (not literally), but seriously... Fuck Disney.
Recently I've been told that there is "cow puss" in milk. First of all, what the fuck is cow puss?! Does it even exist? Because it seems to me that people are just repeating what they've heard... Cow puss, give me a fucking break. Secondly, even if there is this "cow puss" in milk, I'll drink it anyway. What else am I supposed to put on me Lucky Charms?!
My nails were pissing me off, so I cut them down too far, now they hurt. But it's a small price to pay if I don't want them fucking up my bends.
I burnt my finger a while ago. I was too anxious to get my s'mores pop tarts out of the toaster oven... ouchy. But a burnt finger tip is worth it, cause hot damn those things are fucking godly.