воскресенье, 20 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
пятница, 18 ноября 2011
четверг, 17 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
я хожу в универ, чтобы потроллить преподов.
вторник, 15 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
понедельник, 14 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
воскресенье, 13 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
мне стыдно, что я человек.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
я готов страдать от того, что мне не страдается. ![:facepalm:](http://static.diary.ru/userdir/0/0/6/7/0067/67280105.gif)
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there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
- "....I asked for answers and got a hit full of heroin in return." It's a police matter! Who's given you heroin?...
- ...Well, you have, Sir... It's a metaphor... It means: "I came in school to learn, but all I've got was junk instead of answers".
куда я ни плюну - везде наркота, англичане и пидарасы.
- ...Well, you have, Sir... It's a metaphor... It means: "I came in school to learn, but all I've got was junk instead of answers".
куда я ни плюну - везде наркота, англичане и пидарасы.
пятница, 11 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
ещё я не люблю, когда люди много и сюжетно пишут. я неспособен дочитать дилетантские ауфзатцы *мне нравится это слово. немецкий эвфемизм "высеру"* и стихи до второго абзаца.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
когда я натыкаюсь на передачи о животных, мне хочется рыдать.
среда, 09 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
иногда мне нравится быть девочкой. когда ты девочка, быть изнеженным декадентом не так позорно, что ли.
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
шёл. упал. сделал вид, что так и надо. *poker face*
вторник, 08 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
понедельник, 07 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
"гутен морген, либе фройнде! вир бегиннен йецт мит дер моргенгюмнастик..."
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
вконтакт рекомендует мне песни про пьяных ирландских моряков. где я так спалился опять?!
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
No it's not easy, getting outta bed.
воскресенье, 06 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
somewhere among The Beatles and Babyshambles there are Bathory and Bring Me The Horizon in my play list.
i've got nothin else to talk about, aha.
i've got nothin else to talk about, aha.
суббота, 05 ноября 2011
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catched
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys
God save the King!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope
A farthing cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
Gunpowder, treason and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catched
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holloa boys, holloa boys
God save the King!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
A penny loaf to feed ol' Pope
A farthing cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him
- Can you tell me how to be happy?
- I'm afraid that information is restricted.
- I'm afraid that information is restricted.