Quickie

mmmm, quickies. lmao. duck and i are writing notes between us now and its hilarious. lol. she calls me BKELLY or BKELLS. lol.. BKELLZ. wot woot. lol. man, its awesome. her and i talk about clay and dustin and kirb. and yeah. im about to go and fucked up with mike and ashley. hells yeah, go brittni. i cleaned my house and worked my ass off so that alyssa could stay the night, but she fucking blew me off. grrrrrr. my boob itches. im making a new cd. woot. and its got like, five, all five, songs that remind me of the kirbmeister. thats duck's nickname for him. i see phil tomorrow and then i leave. im staying with nana and then i leave the 29th. not the 30th. WTF? yeah. im kinda pissed. poor nana. i feel so bad. what if something bad happens the day i leave? this is NOT A MOTHER FUCKING QUICKIE. god damnit. jord's all excited cuz im going to illinois. fuck that. id prefer to stay and spend it in glenwood. fucker. gah. im so mad. alyssa blew me off, dad's pissed at me, people are so dumb, i gotta leave nana early, and mom's being a bitch. AND I AHVE CRAMPS SO BAD.