Thursday, January 17, 2008

party queens, if you wanna be scene, take a shit where you sleep and smile real wide for the pap-pap-pap-pap-paparazzi everywhere

so much drama. everyone talks behind each other's backs, can't we all just get along? someone steps out of the room for one second, and everyone starts talking about them. its like high school all over again.

its a cobralicious week. pies, parties, fuckups, its been good so far. i'm so proud of them for being on trl, and i love me some guy ripley... delicious.

hey cuntrag, he has a girlfriend so "step the fuck off his jock". gabe wrote about sluts like you when he wrote "scandalous". and nice how you use me for shit and then ignore me. i'm done with you and your games. you're fucked on friday, we will have the front of that stage and you won't be anywhere close to him.

i don't wanna grow up. i don't want to have a career. i just want to dance, take pictures, and go to shows.

this is just word vomit. every word that i say (type?) is meaningless.

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