don't read or watch this;

2 words: punk rock

Ummm, what else? Malia and Tandra yelled at me for posting this. Then they said it would be alright, so long as I wrote more. So, i'm going to attempt to do just that.

"Malia, give me a topic"

"Laila Brown."

"What do you want me to right about Laila?"

"Her top ten best things and her top ten worst things."

"I don't want to do that."

"5 reasons to love Laila Brown. ("Do you want to go out?") If you go out! N-n-Notorious. ("Yaaaa, bitches. God I love this blog. I hope people blog over summer cause I read this everyday ...") Wait, so are you gonna go out? Can you just please decide? ("Wait, I don't want to go out, but I will if you beg me.") What?

Wait, _____, what's your blog?

(Wait are you blogging what were saying right now?) What a douche!"

"You have to write what's on the inside"

("_____ listen to your heart.)

stream of consciousness: ready, go.

my mind is absolutely blank right now. blank page. dank rage. prank cage.

(people are reading this over my shoulder and its making me feel self-conscious)

I'd say that's enough. Wait, Malia just reminded me that male dogs will anally hump each other to demonstrate dominance. [this part was too depressing so I removed it out of consideration]. They always used to love humping each other. I was also just informed that facebook is freaking out. soo, everyone's gonna have to wait a little bit to get there fix of social networking. I'm already having withdrawals. not really, but Tara can't find her pen.

BECAUSE, I can't think of anything else!!!!!!!!!!! Just don't watch the Peter Brotzmann vid. It's too hardcore for ya'll.

I want to apologize for all this. Sorry for wasting anyone's time.