| okay. this. time. it. is. a. new. xanga. <3.
xanga.com/crazycrazybrit
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| I think. That I. Made a new xanga.
BYE.
-edit-
Never mind for now.
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| Somebody shit in the locker! I saw it, it was the Headless Horseman. It wasn't a dream. The Hot Chick + Sleepy Hollow = FUN STUFF
Lynda is here and she ate all my popsicles. And brainwashed my budha. Or should I say budja. That selfish whore. <3
Let's call comtast and scew them. Mmmhmm.
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| The talent show was amazing. Air heads, singing in the bathroom, and
dancing in the rain? What could be more fun?! And I hug-attacked
everyone.
Mazzurco!!!!! You were soooooo good. I was like WHOA. I am definitely
stealing your voice. Ask Lynda (I sang for her), my singing is not
lovely. Alyssa danced like a frickin maniac...and it was awesome. By
the way, Alyssa is an evil twin whore of someone else.
And Crissy was stoned as usual. Singing "I Feel Pretty" on top of the
brick wall (which I could not get on, damn my vertical challengedness).
We're going to go to a Hot Hot Heat concert, hopefully.
Poor Mara. Me and Crissy blew out her eardrums during the Battle of the Bands. My throat hurts from screaming. AHHHHH.
I love to eat eat eat apples and bananas.
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| It's not enough to hear me say you've won
You only wanted me for having fun
But now I think you've gone and had your way
And left me with a pile of bills to pay
I can't even rewind the tape machine
To listen to your drunken reasoning
So here it is - your final lullaby
Goodnight, goodnight
You're embarrassing me
You're embarrassing you
So goodnight, goodnight
Walk away from the door
Walk away from my life
So Goodnight
I've given up on social niceties
I threw 'em out when I threw out your keys
Along with all your records I can't stand
You never even listen to any one of them
You're never gonna drag me out again
With all the people that were never ever even your friends
So here it is - your final lullaby
That Song = Eargasm. Hot Hot Heat <3
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