Stripe
Saturday, January 21st, 2006You of all people. You puppet. I should have guessed you’d twist it around so that you were the victim.
I don’t know anyone anymore, except maybe Rohail. It’s a scary world out there, sometimes.
Bought a fedora and a tie. New jeans, too. You guys care; yay Target!
Possibility of music soon. I’m working on a piano part, Lindsay may or may not become involved.
“Boy, I is gonna stab you with a pencil and you get lead poisoning and die. I’ll write a letter to your mother and say ‘I sorry I killed your son.’” Certain people in English hate me. The world remains upright.
Let’s all attend preparatory schools. This means you, too, Viv.