Today I had soccer practice (which is a torture fest in it self). But not only did I have soccer......... I was sick. gonk Now of course I didn't realize this until the practice had started, and I couldn't get out of it then. crying Not only this, but our coach was mad at us. scream He practically killed everyone who were completely healthy. So this why I sulk and cry, and name this journal entry torture fest. cry cry cry Your beloved, Lady smooch-alot
p.s. On the bright side........ I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day stare ....... I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.
Smoochie_Pants · Tue Apr 04, 2006 @ 11:31pm · 0 Comments |