• First day. It's my virgin entry. I'm sitting in Physics and Mr. Mayo is being a fucking dunce. "CAN I TALK!?" mahahaha, bitch, bitch, wine wine....that's all I hear from this fat lemon's fucking mouth. We just got done reading some T.S. Eliot in English...with Mrs. Waterman. I like her, she's my favorite. I'm enjoying Eliot though, if I knew him personally, I'd probably do him. http://www.artsofinnovation.com/Eliot_at_1903.jpg On second thought, maybe not. Whatever, if we were to meet, he'd probably think he's better than me any how. I wouldn't mind making muffins with him though. "Hey Eliot, you wanna make cinnamon or chocolate chip?" Slowly glance up from his the bridge of his nose... "Chocolate disintegrates onto the pallet leaving a gravel taste. I'd prefer cinnamon streussal." "...Ok." Fuck this Mr. Mayo.

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