Red belt test. Today. 6:30. Paek's Tae Kwon Do. First floor.
Do it..

"Texaco...rhymes with Mexico.."-Cory Pettine. For no apparent reason in the car. *sniggle*

Disturbing:
My Mom bought me a sex book.
More disturbing:
Message written on inside cover. "Always remember: You are the best and you deserve the best. Use this information to protect your body, mind & spirit as you become a totally amazing woman. Stay safe! love, Mom"
Even more disturbing:
The "sensitivity of the penis" was bookarked.
Vomitworthy disturbing:
I like the book ^_^.
Die brain. Die.
REDBELTTWODAYSFUCKFUCKFUCK.

"The Mating call of the wild Hanzor: SOMEBODY PLEASE DO ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"-Joe Pettine.

My dreams are really distorting my sense of reality. I woke up under the impression that I was dating John Bangor, I owned a puppy, and I had just had a baby. I recovered my thoughts in that order. Do you know how terrifying it is, even for 30 seconds to think that you had a child and you forgot about it? Goddamn. However, I've also been having sex dreams so I'll forgive my subconcious ^_^.
Worried about Joe and Melissa. People's moms need to get their act together. I wanna steal Cora and Tina (joes lil' sistas). I want those children to be mine. I don't know WHY I think I could compete with other people's parents (because I probably can't) but..I really think I could raise those two a helluva lot better than Ms. Pettine.  But I probably couldn't. Damn ego. Still..I feel flipping my parents off, running over there, and just starting to cook and clean and talk to the chilluns, explain shit (hey, I already managed to explain semen in a politically correct manner) , take 'em on nature walks, and letting Jess Pettine do whatever she wants and just be nice to her friends and occasionally givem food. Just no drinking or smoking the illegals in my house. And Joe can fucking relax because he fucking deserves it fucking..
God I'm sick. I wanna raise those chilluns..adopt em..send them forth..they shall be MINE.
I like gritz as well, but I am not quite as familiar with Melissa house..
doink.
"and these pills make your bowel movements smell like fresh cinnamon buns!"-Family Guy

JO'Z HEER!
watched the entire first season of coupling and an entire family guy disc at Joe's house today. We have a lot in common psychologically. Mainly just libido-driven terets and a general distaste for most other members of our respective genders..but whatever.
RHPS was awesome. They love-a-da..me. Joe's gonna be in their cast!! 5555five!
(gettin tired of one)
so..gusset.
Anyway..red belt test, fri, six thirty, NERVOUS AS A FLAMING BAG OF TURDS BEFORE A LARGE BOOT.
GOD.
I need sleep. I'm not letting myself have any because I'm a dorkwad.
Poor joe and his family getting evicted from their house and not knowing where they are moving. His sisters are cute. Except for the one that's my age. She may burn. She treats my Joe like crap. Which I do not tolerate from anybody. At least internally. Externally I sit there like a grain of rice. I'm not quite stable..but i don't really move exactly..
No guys like me, i can't find a date for friday night AS USUAL and now i'm going up to my room to write in my journal about how I'll never have beautiful full breasts like these.
I want to call sam but I'm a piece of chicken shit. Chicken shits can't talk they just sleep and goop around and feel stupid. I'm a poor excuse for myself. Bad hannah. No fucking biscuit.
Worry.
 
"Hey I got an idea! Let's replace the giant robot army with guys in storm trooper suits!"-moi