FUCkin lucky me to see no one is on this piece of shit diary and ITS NOT cute to see me lie through my teeth hey what's wrong with you? see me cry or die in my room with people looking down at me with cheese in my mouth and a stick in my other hand looking at a major crisis of my life sumed up in a treasure box outside the court house on top of the world right now is where i stand

hey well no one wants to write in my guestbook guess why cause i'm a Fly Gal who thinks shallow hal is foul and loves to eat lao food with a crown while sitting on a cow watching the moon jump over the rail