2004-10-31 - 11:39 p.m.
my blinkers don't work ever since the squeal

so i guess all i am to anyone in the whole world is a ride, and i mean that in every sense of the word.

darwin, you don't need to be so brusque. just a simple "no, i don't want to be your best friend, get the fuck away from me and stop pissing in my shoes" would suffice.

britney, you fucking cunt. why do i bother trying to be nice to you? why do i give you rides everywhere and talk to you and give a shit when you fuck up? why is that? i should never have made out with you. i should never have even met you.

i want to get loaded and go out with a bang. a motherfucking BANG, people.

- rachel

p.s. and this is to the fucking bitch-ass punk who got two years today: DON'T EVER FUCK WITH MY PROGRAM. I AM JUST AS SOBER AS YOU ARE. AND I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY WHAT I SAID. AND MY NAME IS NOT "SWEETHEART," YOU PIECE-OF-SHIT DICKLESS PUNK BITCH.

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong