Spark your heels up against the picket fence...

...I built

Wicked.

Everything's "wicked" at the moment. And if it ain't wicked it's, yep you guessed it, "anti-wicked" 'cause that's just the way I roll.

Wick-IT!

^_^
I r gangstuh, yo'?

I'm sure gangsters don't use apostrophes... New craze? Yeah? Yeahhh?? Nah....

Hrms.

I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named hadn't moved. Hmmm... and I also wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's friends didn't hate me. And I wish I didn't hate them and I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named didn't hate my friends and they didn't hate him.

But I guess that's the way life goes.
Can't win 'em all.

But you know what sucks?

I wish He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named took my side instead of Roach's... Now that's just not cool, man. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named should always take my side. No matter what. But apparently not.

(I feel a poem coming on)

And I'm sure Roach is indeed happy about this.

He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is a bastard and should go hang himself with his own guitar strings.

Violent ,I know, but then maybe he can strangle some sense into himself and all will be well again.

My Ugg Boots are dirty ;_;
I blame Melissa though. Should've gone AROUND the ditch but nooooo Teagan has to go THROUGH it. I still say my way was shorter. Even if you did go around the ditch. But anyway. MY WAY WAS SHORTER.


And... Stephenie... IT'S A CROWN! Damn it! Grargh

=DD

In conclusion... Your mother is a gay anti-wicked...... person... :]

DAVID TENNINCH FOREVER!

Peace, mate

Bean-age.