Okay Pansy,

Mission Impossible? Weak. Weak like the cute little un-available Pansy you are.

Tatu? That was an Lol moment. Damn.

So graduation next week? That is scary ya? Like a new life. All the sudden, you are responsible for not re-doing whatever the hell your parents did to gettting themselves in shit-fuck New Jersey. You need a job, an apartment, your own glitter, your own eyeliner, your own toilet paper, you have to coo-

Holy hell. I just realized, after I leave highschool, I get to have a tattoos! Yaay. Technicly I was leagly aloud months ago, but, my parents and I had an agreement. So, Tattoos! XD

I am slowly beging to get pissed off. Another band just fucked up for me.
Fuck "creative differences"

I am not sure when we became buddys, but I don't miss the time before this. I am in a Greenday, my mom is not. Poor mom with her asshole punk-kid, "always stealing her fucking eyeliner and playing loud ass music on loop".

You are very correct, I am horny. That is natural, dumbass. Anyways, who gave you the right to proclaim lethal weapons whenever you want to Pansy? No one. I am pretty sure there is a law against that. Ooo I'm telling.

I just got my nose peirced and it's all red and swollen and gross. Yucky..


Lick my everything, please?,
-F(uck me)rankie I.

Notes

Sorry guys! I was voluntering at TAPS. Which is short for Throw Away Ponies. This is an orginization that takes in blind, abused, negleted, sick and unwanted horses, mules, and dogs. This causing me to be gone a week and making you poor readers neglected like the fucking asswipe I am. Sorry. Sweet update for you guys.

(; Keep it sweet, Keep it sour, Fight the power.