I would like this to be in writing, so I can look at it in a couple of hours and remind myself why I think its okay to do now.

because, your head will fucking GLOW.

but just maybe chlorox isn't the way to do things.

:]

but I think it is.

hoorah!

low= gone. :]
in case you were curious.

ps. three cheers for this stuff I'm eating!!

I am feeling loooooooooow. and took it out on pretty much everyone today. so,um, sorry, everyone.
aye, aye, but actually no ones gonna read this, so maybe I should grow a fucking spine and stop being a little ass hole.
(blink twice if you read this)

chris asked me out today. which actually isn't a suprise at all. what with the excessive body touchin' and all. so I'm not actually sure why I'm writing about it. hurray? I dunno. its been a dull day, and now I'm just putting off homework. I already told some people, including shalienee, which I sorta regret now, 'cause its shalienee, and she's gonna make fun of him. and thats not nice, especially 'cause he's a pretty awesome guy. except when he's an ass hole, then, not so much. but everyone does that.
actually (I need another word to abuse...) by some people, I mean shalienee, molly and margo, and thats not really all that many. but honestly, who really cares?
oh well. what can ya do about it?

booooo. I am sick sick sick. and sick sick sick is NO. FUN.
but I'm totally psyched. :]
because I actually managed to clean (sort of) and found some very pleasing things while doing so. :D
and today I sat in a bathtub full of tea, and then naked outside in the snow.
which is something I recomend EVERYONE do. come on, why shouldn't you?
AND! :D
the burns on my arm are so veeery close to being gone!
:]]
which is definitly something to be psyched about.
honestly? I have had a pretty bitchin' week, oh yes I have.
golly gee, I wonder why. ^^

I caught the moon today
pick it up
and throw it away all right
I got the perfect steal
cleaner love
with a dirty feel all right
fallout and take the bait
eat the fruit
and kiss the snake goodnight

common ruse dirty face
pretty noose is pretty hate
and I don't like
what you got me hanging from

let your motor race
pick it up
and get this mother gone
out from and far away
the wooden stake
this thing has got me on

diamond rope silver chain
pretty noose is pretty pain
and I don't like
what you got me hanging from

I don't care what you got
I don't care what you need
I din't want anything
and I don't like what
you got me hanging from

  -"pretty noose" - soundgarden

"when you're there, I sleep lengthwise, and when you're gone, I sleep diagonal in my bed."

:]

phish, baby. <3

"squash the uprising! Defend the state! Down with the Democrats!"
...
"...um, sir? They're a political party, not an uprising."

X]

you know what I could go for? Seriously whacked out metabolism.



*sips chai*

"...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and mid-nights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain..."
the October Country

X3333333 I love my Bradbury, why yes I do. <333


Everyone should go read that book. Right now. Right. Now.



are you reading it yet?

so, I guess I could Do all that stuff that needs to get done, or draw or go downtown, but really. I think it would be waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay more fun to stay at home and get really sad.

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get bored and take a nap = really awesome idea, get bored and try to smoke a piece of your pants = really fucking BAD idea.

*hack* >_>

This is an every year event.
Have you started yet?

tonight (4:45 pm) is the perfect time for driving thirty some odd miles to sit in a park and a) listen to strange children talk about drugs and fucking, and wonder a loud to the invisible octopus sitting next to you on the swings whatever happened to not being an asshole("and oh, wally! don't those stairs look FABULOUS?") or, b) watch a man in in a black trench coat, a man in a flannel shirt and a little old woman hid little black boxes and manilla envelopes in birch trees.
They both seem like mighty fine options to me. :]

Hey guys.

cell phones burn.

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