Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
lørdag, januar 04, 2003
tacky tacky tacky.
god my dad's cooking isn't that great. ah well. it's been a long day. I only had one cup of coffee though, so it just seems like I was never there. where you ask? at Ray Pec for JV wrasslin. now that's a long day. i mean, when i was just waiting for the last match....the two matches before it....one lasted all three periods and the other went into overtime.shizzz.
driving over there we passed a shed or truck or cow or something with "Jenny is a needle-loving slut!" spray painted on it.
and coach sat in something yucky in the cafeteria and got brown shit all over the seat of his pants. it was horrible. and sooooo so goddam funny.
you know...i thought more funny things were said today, but i can only think of two. oh well. they were still funny.
--"Why would you were your hunting jacket?" -Ryan
--"Would you date those guys? Would you if he had a nice car? Would you date a guy who had no control over his bowels? Would you date a guy who lactates?" -coach
god, the ugliest fucks wrestle. i don't want to sound shallow, and there are some cute guys, but for christ's sake. these kids....
someone should really come with me on one of these trips so they can know what I"m going through.
and i had to give Daniel one of the backs to my earrings cause his fell out. don't ask. so i went around all day with the craziest looking earring style. ah well. none o' those boys look at me anyway.
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