[NO WAR]

in btw havin to pore thru e indecipherable measure4measure : in btw huddlin under chengyan's blanket cos his a/c's too cold WHILE eatin a tub of b&j cookie dough : in btw waitin for allo allo : i've decided to cum abloggin

>>>feel qbad for not turnin up @ e party rite now. but i doubt e party would stop even if >>>bush attacked sheila's house too

>>>>O2 ppl throw ur hands up! tink its totally gonna b totally fun (@ least for us). cant >>>>wait for record breakin again!(heh) wk's a really gd toridas! ooh n i still dun get >>>>wk's facial n sperm joke

>>>>>vpissed cos i've fallen asleep twice in a row durin smallville. >>>>>SMALLVILLE!.lana.clark.nice colours

>>>>>>chengyan has a totally cool trick where u hang ur head off e bed n den stand up >>>>>>suddenly. ooh stars!

>>>>>>>n so i guess e war has broken out. to hell w/ bush n saddam. its really e first >>>>>>>time war happens in my lifetime(apart frm gulf, cold n against terorisme). so >>>>>>>any way gonna organise charity drive for iraqis after O2 (unless bush decides tt >>>>>>>greenland's e one w/ massive destructive wepons). but oh shit. runnin on >>>>>>>negatif budget dis mth.nvm can dig into parents reserve

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

They were singing bye bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

don mclean's american pie