!$%@#!@#$@$$!#$#!@$@#$#@!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, today was good until...*fuck* umm....we had choir practice, and mum didn't know what time it was over. so, when we got out, she had left twenty minutes after that (there was a sign on the door for the B-ball players that it was over an hour after our practice) and I didn't know mom was coming back, so I went home with the principal, and when we got there mom had just left. Dad got mad, and when I came out crying a bit because I was so fucking stressed, the principal thought dad was an alcholic

better....or not?

So...Stormy has mentioned that most my writing is crap, which I suppose all writers go through in the beginning. Meaning, after x-mas, no compy for a month so I can let my brain reset itself, get rid of the burn out. *dancing around to Malchick Gey* only Yulia should e allowed to wear the short boxers. she's got the nicer ass....what?