december 17, 1993
so i got mad and broke some good things. nothin' wrong wit 'em. is it like impossible to break already broke ass shit when you're drunk or what? so i guess my boyfriend is a fucking poet. not for long- but he can be a poet for as long as he wants. i just think its gay, kind of- you know no non-gay poets have been up in this bitch since like 1700. oh my god little penis waaaaaaaa! so annoying. anyway me and antoine were talking about maybe getting back together- he had a big dick but didn't know what to do with it besides try and stick it in my butt-hole. GOD knows i loved D'Marcus but i only let him stick it in once so there's no way tony's gonna get me SHITTIN BLOOD! anyway he was totally flirting with Latrice in 5th period, and it's annoying because she's only on her 5th period THIS MONTH because she be like 13 and shit! she needs to wax her stache or at least trim that, DAMN! anyway so i busted Andre, he had a poem in his backpack when i was looking for his....ummmmmm. ...poems or other incriminating shit and it was like 'roses drip blood for the ones who didn't make it"" are yuo fucking kidding me? he said oooooohhhh love is bitter wine. bitch aint never tasted wine at all, and why would it be bitter anyway? need to stop sniffin round yo grammas liquor cabinet anyway homeboy. whatever!!! i don't know how long i can go out with him anyway he likes jankyass latirce and now bitter wine? want some cheese with that???? fuck DAT SHIT! OUT!
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