the sound of your serenade from the open window.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
volleyball traiining kiills you
the coaches are murderers
the seniiors are theiir accompliices
theiir goal ?
torture
ok . maybe ii am over exageratiing . liike ii always am . but thats out of the poiint . anyway . how could they do thiis ? iis liike the whole holiidays ii was iin school . iin traiinniing . ii had to miiss 2 camps . liife iis unfaiir . especiially to me . fiirst one was the 'reuniion get together' sleepover . all of them squiished into a room . the guys and giirls . and my my . what fun they had . DO NOT think siick . ii knew you would . iit was pure fun . ok . or so accordiing to them . now iim startiing to thiink siick . ii mean . do you actually beliive them . hmm . ok ok . tiime out . next camp please . cluster retreat . hmm . thiis tiime they slept iin diifferent rooms . no . diifferent levels . up and down . cant be much fun right . and heard many people diidnt go to . but ii heard many things . ii mean . iit iis just a fliight of staiirs . hmm . ii know what you are thiinkiing . man does thiis giirl have one siick miind . well . you were thiinkiing iit to . c`mon . giirls . guys . at niight . sleeping . what else iis there to thiink . them really dreamiing bout . what . teddy bears . i dont think so . anyway . iim out . byee .
note : do not think sick.
you just did.
words spilled @ 11:07 PM /
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