i hate money so much that i love it.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i remember why i like being in jacksonville. i don't have to surround myself with a bunch of heinous beasts all the time. i'm not friends with bitches, but everywhere i go i'm around people with their heads stuck so far their pretentious little asses that i know it must be difficult to walk. i don't want to argue. i don't want to fight over boys. i don't want to go to the movies with 25 people. i'm 20. and the last time i checked i was a pretty enjoyable person to be around. enough of this bullshit. people are just so damned ridiculous. oh-m-g i'm so indie it hurts. bite me. you're not you're fucking khakis. whew, ok now that i blew off all that steam that built over the labor dabor break. i think i'll go to jacksonville this weekend. i don't have tickets to the game and i miss my fam-damnily and my christen and well to be perfectly honest i have alterior motives as well. hahaha. let me add here, that i don't hate school i actually rather enjoy it. i get to use my brain and be intellectual in a non-offensive way and spend loads of time with my darlings ashley and kelly. and i get to have haters meetings and dance parties and hurt my liver and dance behind people on the stage at country bars and eat .35 wings every tuesday hollaatabitch. so, who's down for boycotting the price raises at the hot dog stand? sidenote: my attendance of the deathcab concert in october will complete my life. so, we should probably buy tickets. in other news... tallahustle gas prices can suck it. how silly. also, who do people settle in a plase that's below sea level? it seems pretty obvious to me i feel like other people should get it. so here's to slaying the 'canes, natural disasters and copious amounts of dr. pepper. cheers.