BoteJook

Sunday, December 02, 2007 / 12:17 AM

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You can block/delete me off your contacts right now, yes you.
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It's just weird, t stay home on a Saturday night, (for th first time)
Then again, a fucking wrong way t start the first day of December.
Besides spending time at Peaberry&Pretzel, nothing else was accomplished.
Plans didn't turn out I wanted, well I should have met th other humans.
(No pun intended here!)

Yeah, all the...
Maybes, See first, Huh...., Hmmm, Can lor

Right, they could have been, no should have been, no MUST.
Could have fucking means that there's only possibilties, and how high/much?
Well, that we don't know.

So much for talking cock.
No, I'm not angry, just feel peeved at being lost, somewhere this time.
No, I won't blame anyone for these.

Ohwels, not that I'm puuurrrfeccct aye.

I should have (see, again) treasured real humans, and not befriend grotesque aliens.
So much for wanting t even every thing out nicely, so much for wanting t give and not expect anything in return.
Ahhh, yes. I'm not expecting anything in return (:

The perpetual empty promises, possibilities, and what not.

Well, I guess everything didn't fall into place.
And I am so fuckin' sure that money's th fuckin' main issue.
& if we were t use monetary terms t weigh friendships and all, you might as well go shove your fuckin' cunt up th barbed wire.
Only makes me wanna hurl at your fuckface, no, it's just another antic of yours.

I was just t much of a klutz in th first place, so here....
you can suck me dryyyyyyyyyyyy, fuckers!
(:

Don't bother trying t figure out these innuendos,