fucking a if the painters come im so gonna like kill something ... and trust me its not gonna be goodoooook on top of that my throat hurts my eyes are itchy my body is itchy and my cold sore and whatever ... fucklin hell can anymore stuff go rong lol and then now i bet you to make shit worse my mom wont let me go out ... shit and i have to tell george what we are "doing" today ... lol o man why do i feel icky and stuff ... son of a bitch ... i dunno and the painters ... son of a bitch ... you douche ok im done other than that im in a good mood lol ok im outt i love you ... talk to you later bye