dear so they say diary,
i sure am ready to listen to some music. not just any music either. i'm in the mood for some old country music again. the statler brothers would be good or some johnny cash or even porter wagoner, but the oak ridge boys- they're just so modern- i don't want to hear that shit- i want the old school- tom t. hall- buck owens- here you go, eddie arnold.... mmmmm. yup i was raisined right. it is sad but true. most women my age thumb their noses up at the good music, not me, i like it too. all my friends poke fun at me when i pick them up and have tammy wynette playin in the cd player, but the next time i come- i'll have gucci man or judas priest or motorhead or alice in chains or lil wayne playin. you just never know. i just feel like it's my party and i wanna listen to what makes me smile. if you caint be with the one you love, at least love what you let swim through your ears. go on take the money and run. plus this is the last post i will ever make before i turn the age you were when i met you. vomit in my throat. you are what, the herpe number now? blister in the sun.
i sure am ready to listen to some music. not just any music either. i'm in the mood for some old country music again. the statler brothers would be good or some johnny cash or even porter wagoner, but the oak ridge boys- they're just so modern- i don't want to hear that shit- i want the old school- tom t. hall- buck owens- here you go, eddie arnold.... mmmmm. yup i was raisined right. it is sad but true. most women my age thumb their noses up at the good music, not me, i like it too. all my friends poke fun at me when i pick them up and have tammy wynette playin in the cd player, but the next time i come- i'll have gucci man or judas priest or motorhead or alice in chains or lil wayne playin. you just never know. i just feel like it's my party and i wanna listen to what makes me smile. if you caint be with the one you love, at least love what you let swim through your ears. go on take the money and run. plus this is the last post i will ever make before i turn the age you were when i met you. vomit in my throat. you are what, the herpe number now? blister in the sun.
