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[giantego]

Dear journal, today I shoved two nerds in their lockers and listened to them scream. It was funny. I laughed all the way to lunch. I also scared my history teacher into upping the grade on my last essay and sold the answers to the next three statistics tests to some fatass freshman. Then I punched him so he wouldn't tell his teacher after he aces that shit. I need more clients.

We've got a bball game tomorrow and I'm totally gonna kick ass, like always.

Oh yeah, and if my guidance counselor asks me about what I want to do in college one more time, I'm going to punch him in his sweaty face. I don't even want to go to college. I'm gonna join a fucking garage band and get hot ass for the rest of my life! Suck on that, journal.

Comments

[sarcasm-warrior.livejournal.com]

If by kick ass you mean hog the ball again. It's a team sport for a reason.

[trabias-best.livejournal.com]

Well now, don't be too modest. Geez.

[catalytics.livejournal.com]

... isn't talking about selling test answers in a public place kind of defeating the purpose of punching the freshman so he wouldn't tell his teacher?

[devilmustdie.livejournal.com]

Hey Cox, anyone told you you're a sad excuse of an angry little asshole today?

[oftpartitioned]

uhhhh hello!? You've gotta get me the answers too, chubby chaser! I like need them WAY more than fatties.

[secondkiller.livejournal.com]

Hey, Coxsucker. Got a deal for you.

[Voice] - she's terrified

[librariansheart]

Th-th-there's really no n-need to be so m-mean... We t-try to stay out of your way. Is it r-really n-n-necessary to go out of your way to find us?