yo, that's wack if i'm not the baddest


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it doesnt seem fair. why cant it be 1979 and i can meet a hairband rockstar and we could make out and i'd get that ankle tattoo that said 'once bitten, twice shy', which, by the way, harper is going to pay for me to get from his friend. its going to rock. its going to be in tiny letters with stars around it. harper feels bad that mikes an asshole. i feel bad that Harper is really really nice. he likes funny things.. like dire straights on a monday morning or captain and tenille on saturday night. my daddy used to listen to the captain when he was in college, he liked the muskrat noises on muskrat love. he has great stories about that. he has good stories about everything. both of his knees are broken. yikes.

i want to have like, twenty kids. kids are so fun. you get to take them to cheesy places and they love every minute of it. i wouldnt care what kind of grades it got so long as it felt good about them. i'd teach it to play piano and what television talkshows are good. i let it be a kid for as long as it wanted. it wouldnt ever have to stop listening to wayne from maine or watching barney if it didnt want to. i wouldnt even make it go to school. we could just chill and make mud pies and watch disney movies and eat glue.

d-land