WORK IS EATING MY LIFE.
Man, I had motherfucking BETTER be getting big bucks for this bullshit.
"Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up?"
It's better to be pretty than human.
If by some odd chance I did end up fighting zombies with my shovel, I would want to be listening to Motorhead while doing it. I think that would really help put the odds on my side.
http://www.cri
</guilty pleasure>
I wonder what it would feel like to drink mercury. or swish it around in your mouth.
I googled evil indian burial grounds and got this:
http://obsidia
iTunes is fucked, but January is worse...I think.
If Jesus Were alive today, He would spend all night at a claw machine in wal-mart winning kids stuffed animals when they ask.
You know what is really, really nasty?
The sound of squishing wet marshmallows with your teeth.
Squuueeeerrrss
Booooy howdy I'm not feeling the love.
I could really dig a hug or something. Anything pleasant, really. I won't be picky.
Remember to forget and then re-name your shame.
I hate jill.
...
I really intended to go into more depth. like, why I hate her and why everyone should hate her and why she's dumb and should be blinked out of existence. but, really, that one sentence just about sums it up.
this took me ten minutes to write. D:
gaaaaaaaaaaaar
so, I'm in colorado. and right now I'm pretty pump'd, I guess, or as pump'd as you can get in a denver suburb. but that okay because tomorrow I can think about being twenty. and in collage. and nude vacations and stuff.
it'll be fun. :]
tonight is autumn-y. in a really nice way too. right now I don't think I would even mind having to wear flannel and a scarf again.
I am sad.
done. finished. no more planning. :D I just have to get waaaaaaaaay better at painting now. ^^
I hope this doesn't turn out like cake & philosophy.
DUFF.
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"oh! she even got your pudge!"