| HA! LAYTOR YOU FUCKTARDS! (except those of you i dont hate) written on 2003-12-12 @ 2:13 a.m. In 3 hours, I will be gone for an entire week. Away from my mother, and my psychotic family, just drinking, and relaxing, and having fun. If I survive the plane ride... And don't get abducted by hicks in Memphis... And don't fall into an open grave/get attacked by a vampire in New Orleans... But I'm going to think positive right now... My plane leaves in exactly....4 hrs 33 minutes. Have I ever mentioned how much I LOATHE flying? I'm terrified of heights, and i get motionsick, and planes just plain scare me! There's something about tons of metal, staying in the air, that just doesn't make sense to me. Plus, I'm kind of a screwup, so I'm sure I'll miss some flight, or get on the wrong one, or SOMETHING. The point is, I know you'll all miss me terribly, and my cellular tellyphone will not be in working order as I had hoped, so no drunken phone calls, I know you're all crushed, but never fear, I shall return in a week. Perhaps sooner if I get some interweb access. Don't cry for me Diary-Land, The truth is I'll never leave you, All through my wild days, My mad existance, I kept my promise, Now don't keep your distance...." *wipes away a single tear* I'll miss you all so much....
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