Tuesday, July 29, 2003

instead, i hope they wind up on the streets, begging for food and a chance at survival. may the sky rain toads on you, may your face be disfigured, may your life be one of misery and sorrow. may lightning strike you, may you fall down the stairs. may you never succeed in anything. may you live a pitiful existance. may your brains rot and the knowledge you've taken so long to learn whittle away. may your tongue be cut off, may your fingers be chopped off. acursed one!
there. haha. serves that crazy person right. i'm nice to nette. she's nice to me. so there!