no colors any more, for there is a color drought. seriously, the government is putting a limit on color consumption. color prices are rising. crayons

do you know how much that means to a girl? Lots, I suppose. Yes! LOTS! You cant just go tearing through a bargain aisle with an Apple in your right hand *starving children bleed* and expect her to forgive you. Oh, I didn't know those rules then. Goddamn right you didn't!

I have a friend. I love this friend, and have gone though rough times with him. His name is Kyle, and I don’t know how to tell him that I have a crush on his girlfriend, and how her and I made out today. Tee hee. I love joking. I’m really sorry Kyle, I know this must suck for you man. I’ll try to cut back on the jokes.

I was originally planning on writing a third installment to my story here, try to piece the story together a bit for ya, but I decided that people don’t read my posts as much because of their length. They get discouraged, you see. So, if you want a third part (I’m going to write it anyways, you people think your votes matter) read the first two (In Posts Garlique me baby one more time (part 1) and like a book, but with less paper and a longer chorus. oh, by the way. (part two)) and then post a comment saying that you want me to write a third part.

Breaking the posts up into funny little parts like this makes the slower readers think that its not as long, and less complicated, but really I write it all in one go, and then distribute lines as I please.

Meddle. Its what I do best. Im very interested in psychology, and I really like looking at the funny ways that teenage minds, and childrens minds work. I actually am going to take some of these classes durning the summer (perhaps?) and for sure next year. For the second time will I write “in the court of the crimson Kyle” in my blog
Woke up, got out of Bed, its getting better all the time, I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved, (uh oh! Queeen somehow got in here! Shoot it!) Mama, I don’t want to die, sometimes wish I’d never been born at all, (akk! Rolling stones!) I see a rector and I want it painted black, I need a Beatles lyric! Ride without traveling, try to realize its all within yourself no one else can make you change, I want you… I want you so bad (tee hee, who is he talking about now?)