Giggling at stupidity
Giggling at nothing
Annoying me
Keeping me awake
Moronic
Flirtatious
Cutesy
Baby-voiced comments
In the hall
Fuck off

Tom and Judy, ruby red, with golden specks and turquoise hoops. Lor and Ernest, living-dead, in leaden'd lakes and darkened soups...

Peter pans Patricia underneath the dark night sky. She never stops to question; never “what?” or “how?” or “why?” She never thinks to stop him; never thinks to wail or cry--merely twists her mouth to grimace as she tightly shuts her eyes.

Zebras antagonize beautiful couches during evening gun-holding inspections. James keeps lighting matches near open parachutes. Queen Rosaleigh sneered tersely, "Useless vile wasters..." Xanthocroid youth zoom across back-corridors, destroying everything for giggles--how insipid.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER!

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for anyone who sheds a tear and gets that certain sentimental feeling when ever they think of high school and the few precious weeks they have left to bask in all of its pointless, over-hyped glory, i have but one suggestion:

GO DIE.


27 days left. these are the longest days of my life.

Dear Roger,

Why haven't you returned my calls? My emails? My letters written in blood? Did you like the buttered popcorn I sent? I popped it myself and even used that chemical movie theater sludge butter because I know it's your favorite.
Is it because I voted for Ron Howard instead of you on my Teen Choice Awards ballot? I swear I didn't mean to! I was drugged! I was having a bad day! I saw the "Ro" at the beginning of his name and assumed it was you! I was eating a sandwich and didn't know what I was doing! Those are probably true reasons for my terrible, terrible actions, and I am sorry. Know that if I were again faced with the task of choosing between you and Ron, I would almost definately perhaps choose you for maybe sure.
Okay: so call, fax, page, email, write, or shoot a signal flare and I'll be right there! I will even come live with you and dust your Nordictrack. I will make you fresh-squeezed clam juice (your fav!) and be there when you need someone to start a fire and leave quickly. Call me. I love you.

Yours,

Katy

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awesome.