|
sliptounge's Journal
|
The New Begings
|
November 22, 2008, 08:57:am
|
|
Time to move on, a new life will be waiting for you in Shangra La. Theres a time for everything, life, fun, work and slavery, slavery was way way back in the past so its over now, GET OVER IT RETARDS!!!, Friday night, Saturday and Sunday, these are the days to have fun and live your life, I am not to say how you do it, may it be drugs, may it be skydiving, enjoy your life live it to the fullest, don't let people tell you how to do it or where to live it, it's your life not theres. If you work, make it in life do better then most people and you'll go fuckin far, I know i've heard that so many damn times from my dad and stepmom, I'm just now starting to use their advice myself it works. Another thing, what the hell is with rap music? I don't understand the shit never will, IT'S A FUCKIN HEADACE!!!! thats what rap is, and another thing I.C.P is not RAP its HORROR CORE/METAL, LOOK IT UP!!!!! I hate it when people misplace a good band with some rap shit.
Mood: just woke up
Music: nothing I have a hangover
|
|
|
i think its over
|
November 20, 2008, 10:15:pm
|
|
i think im officially done with this BS its been to much for me to handle fuck it
|
|
|
death
|
November 20, 2008, 06:22:pm
|
|
FUCK!!!!!!! god damn this bitch, I hope she fucking dies and rotts in Hell, she's a cheater, whore, slut, bitch, fuck i hope she dies I want to fucking kill the bitch shes caused me so much pain so much agony
I HATE MY MOM!!!!!!!
Mood: pissed
Music: hatebreed
|
|
|
Germany
|
November 17, 2008, 08:50:pm
|
|
Ok, here is the deal, I will be moving to Germany on Dec.21st I will miss all my friends in America, well I'll miss ya'll not America I hate this damn country lol
|
|
|
grrrr
|
November 16, 2008, 05:21:pm
|
|
I loved you, you made me hate me, you gave me hate seeing, you saved me these tears are deadly, you feel that I rip that everytime you try to steal that, you feel that you feel sad i'm sorry hell no Fuck that! it was my heart my life my start your night this strife it dies, this life and these lies, the lungs have sung the same song for too long and its true I hurt to remember that I LOVE YOU!...............
|
|
|
