I stabbed Michael Jackson because i stink.

Karma is a bitch. And i want to get rich.

When it comes to Sunday mornings,
There’s always a monster that makes my hair look bad.
But the minty-fresh toothpaste makes everything look rad.
I take my iPod and grab a cup of coffee (Decaf)
The wind blows and my hair looks fluffy
But thank krishna i don’t look sad.

Taigi mano svajonės vėl sušiktos. Nesurinksiu tiek pinigų ant Mac'o. Nebent parduot savo kompą 1100 LT brangiau nei jis kainavo. Fuck this shit.

MCPJ

Mieli blogo skaitytojai (UGNE),
Labas!
Ruošiuosi parduot kompą ir pirkt panaudotą Mac’ą (inlav)
Dar reikia gaut kokius 400LT, nes OMD kokių nais skudurų yra @New Yorker. Anyways, ryt istorijos kontras (puke)
LEkiu.

Are you satisfied?

    

Ernis is happy. Got a nice pair of expensive leather shoes, french lessons are next week, and there’s a bottle of Jack. Hope that Flamie passes her exams.

Somebody mixed my medicine

 

(It’s a little scrap-book thingy that i made out of boredom.)
The First of September. Crap as always. At least it wasnt as hot and sunny as it was last year. Afterwards, had a rockin’ day with Marius. Vodka filled chocolates, coffee, little cars in a little amusement park, traveling round the city and a sore throat .
Today, i realized an awesome truth – SLEEP is ten times sweeter and refreshing when you start school.
Song of the day:  The Pretty Reckless – My Medicine