Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
mandag, september 02, 2002
sheisse.
It's the saddest story when one is in a good mood and is going to post the wonders of teenage life and how great it is to be able to do the things that one can do when they are young...
then your mom yells at you and makes you feel bad.
fucker. I could just cry and yell for a while. but no one would understand. heh. it just makes me angry.
the Irish fest was cool. there was beer everywhere. and unlike France, I a) couldn't drink any and b) there was no Heineken. Flogging Molly was awesome...they make me wish I was Irish. So that was fun. There was a Sam, there was no Murtaugh. AND SO MUCH GUINESS.
file me away -badly drawn boy
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