| Well... School's starting in a couple days... and everyones gonna laugh at me and call me funny names... oh well... so I'm in love with a stripper..but she's not a stripper...she's beautiful and such..oh well... and then there are the other 83 girls. Dane Cook rocks my new pink socks that I bought myself. Yes. I bought myself pink socks. Get over it. So.. Dale Jr. kicks ass. He got third. At Bristol. I could do that. On a video game of course. I bought a buncha shit today. Too much. Buncha Dale Jr. stuff. I kinda love school...except the whole learning thing. I just.. don't like it. Maybe I shall comment later, or maybe I shall dance! |
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| I spose it's time for a serious post...
WHAT CANCER CAN'T DO
Cancer is so limited....
It cannot:
- cripple love
- shatter hope
- corrode faith
- eat away peace
- destroy confidence
- kill friendships
- shut out memories
- silence courage
- invade the soul
- reduce eternal life
- quench the spirit
- lesson the power of resurrection
R.I.P. Carmen Krause 1965-2006 |
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| Pathetic... still no pictures... might have them by next year. Things are going great. almost. Except... everything that isn't. Which is a lot. So ... I lied. Get over it. Why do I insist on typing with... English. I don't like it. I'm falling out of love with country...and more into the rock/reggae/ska stuff like O.A.R. and Sublime and what not... and a little bit of Dispatch... I dunno maybe I'll start listening to a cd with like... 2pac, O.A.R., Sublime, Dispatch, Bob Marley, Hank Williams, The Temptations, Elvis, and Kansas on it and then people will think I'm weird... like the time I wore 2 different types of shoes to school... for over three weeks straight. Not my fault. I'm turning into a whore. I think I like girls.. and then I don't... I don't know why. I just remember i have another sibling of Indian decent. Thanks Dad. Who doinks Indians anyway. Don't answer that. I probably would. And by Indian I mean "native american" or w/e we're calling Indians now. I'm part Indian..very small part... but I don't understand all this "native american" stuff. I've lived here all my life so if I wasn't Indian, I'd want to be called "native american" anyway beacause I'm native...to america... anyway... that ends that pointless rant about indians and such so I'm probably gonna go cry or... eat fish or something. I think someone fed me pot. I'm hungry and I'm laughing at everything. HAHAHAHAHA SOUR CREAM CHIPS HAHAHAHA... yeah...
-Elijah M. Kurtz |
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| Well I suppose I should update. I was in Montana for a while. That kicked ass. I came home. I kicked ass in baseball. I got hurt today. Probably no more baseball until July 5th or even the 11th or even later. That's gay. Oh well... I suppose I can still go to practice and ... watch or something. I'll add pictures from Helena if i ever get my cameras in to Econo.
- Your Pimp
P.S. I own you |
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