yeah. it's christmas morning, and i said fuck more than anybody's sexual fantasies with paris hilton. oh yeah, i'm so going to hell.
POTATO SALAD.
there! i have to say that. fucking word was stuck in my head since i inconviniently revived myself from the deep slumber that knocked me out for some decent hours without the influence of alcohol. so that mean that i've been a nice boy this year cause the fat bugger up north actually did grant me my ONE (1) wish, which is i want a decent sleep. guess i owe him a thank you note, which I WILL WRITE LATER.
there's some thoughts i need to purge because i've got some time to burn before crash some x'mas open houses.
don't anyone, ANYONE at all wonder what will happen if you sort of like include additional *flavours* in santa's cookie and milk? man, i would like to see how a high-as-a-kite santa riding about with his raindeers and all those presents for poor little kids. i mean, admit it, that must awfully fun.
11:10 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic