Friday, April 22, 2005
Pizza Sucks
My mind is broken...
Some of those little things in life that I usually notice and point out to you all haven't been popping up to me lately.
But one thing that really annoys me is when people misuse who/that. People are who. Objects are that. Simple.
The pizza joint owns my ass for 24 hours of a 36 hour stretch starting at 5 pm on Friday. Shit.
My weekend is gone and word has it that Mr. Schuilz may be making a visit. I hate this. I hate this. I brought this on myself.
Check out a band called The Sounds. They are from Sweden. I'm marrying the singer (It's a she).
Deets Out.
Some of those little things in life that I usually notice and point out to you all haven't been popping up to me lately.
But one thing that really annoys me is when people misuse who/that. People are who. Objects are that. Simple.
The pizza joint owns my ass for 24 hours of a 36 hour stretch starting at 5 pm on Friday. Shit.
My weekend is gone and word has it that Mr. Schuilz may be making a visit. I hate this. I hate this. I brought this on myself.
Check out a band called The Sounds. They are from Sweden. I'm marrying the singer (It's a she).
Deets Out.
