repettive beeping noises.

i've just been reading all my old posts and by god i was so much more interesting when i was fifteen.
DO PEOPLE JUST GET MORE BORING AS THEY GET OLDER?
methinks so.
but like, i used all bug words, and my grammar was good. now my writing is like a cesspit of foul-osity. like what the fuck was that? foul-osity? thats not a word. much like vomitous. i checked the dictionary, its not in there, but it sounds like a real word, so im going to use it anyway.
gosh darn i cant believe christmas is only a week away. it makes me feel happy to be alive to witness the ten millionth birth of jesus. why cant that guy just stay in the goddamn womb?
speaking of wombs, im pregnant.
not really, i just wanted to fuck with you, did it work?
it turns out that i know who you are, what you did last summer and how you felt about it afterwards, and i would like to speak to you about these efelings of regret and guilt you're having. i mean, all you did was drop a couch on a small rat named stanley, what's the big deal?
Stanley lived a good life, being hunted by vipers and visiting the library in your bag dear sir, now forgive yourself for his untimely death and move on to more sadistic things, like violins and men who dress like women.
goonight young children sleep like babies, but dont shit your pants because your wife doesnt want to wash the sheets in the morning. or accidentally roll onto your crap in the night and forever smell like a turd burger.
sorry that was gross.
night.