Today is blasé. Yesterday was not. I was freed from my prison cell. And tomorrow will not be so blasé as today. I'll be back in behind my little bars, but I love Sundays. Although I did clown this morning. Relay for Life. That's some depressing shit, man. Taking pictures with kids for their "memory boxes." But I danced with them to many a-song. I hope it makes their days better. The old ladies, too. Have you ever noticed how older kids these days are so rude? We had a group of 'em throwing bottles at us, and this other girl pulled on one of our wigs and asked in this really sarcastic tone if it was real or not. I swear, if my kids ever act that way in front of me, I will pick them up by the scruff of their necks and put the fear of the gods into their little fried up brains. Nobody has any respect these days, for anything. I feel like watching Grapes of Wrath. Le sigh, Krystin.
im not sure if its just older kids, but certain people. i've seen some nasty little brats in my day...luckily, the majority of older guys i know at my school are mature and nice people. people are a mystery to me
I think I'mhellbent on furiously munching the corndog of life within a single bite. It'll never work'n'shit.
