I've been awake for a while already, too early this morning. But today it's because I fell asleep too early last night and didn't do anything cool.
I like how edy's whole fruit popsicles are so real that mine had a strawberry leaf in it.
Once, I knew a girl who made a calendar... of herself... and gave it to her boyfriend for Christmas. WTF? Next month she's wearing hipster panties or something on her bed. Swear. Made... a calendar... of herself... for her boyfriend... who sees her anyway... because he's... I mean seriously, what the fuck? I don't know why this makes less sense to me than when I plaster my boobs on the internet, but really... just tell me I'm jealous or something.
And once, my friend Mandie prank-called this girl, pretending to be God.
I LOVE [I mean, really,
!] the word bitcheface[s]!
My guinea pig, Fonzie, is sitting on my lap and he is eating carrots, and I just finished that popsicle.
The other night was neat. For the record, I was briefly on the stage at a Toasters show in an SG boybeater. Way to reprezizzent! Or some shit. Then I fell asleep instead of getting really drunk. And... yeah. You know.
Yesterday I was going to get my wisdom teeth pulled out, but after the brief consultation, we decided on Monday instead, so then I thought I was going to have the rockin'-est weekend ever, but it didn't start last night because I fell asleep and some other people don't know how to pick up a phone. Hi-five me for ruining what was going to be a fun surprise for some dear friends who rock Trogdor at band practice like no other.
Sometimes when I'm kidding, it doesn't come off well in writing, and sometimes I know too much and pretend to forget to make it easier on myself, and others.
I need a job. Next weekend I'm going to North Carolina for my cousin's graduation [Physical... something or other] and my relatives will probably give me money and stuff, but after that I definitely need a job.
I'd like to see an SG set in a fun house. If it's been done, tell me, so I can go look at it. If not, I think someone should definitely get on that. It would make me smile.
I like how edy's whole fruit popsicles are so real that mine had a strawberry leaf in it.
Once, I knew a girl who made a calendar... of herself... and gave it to her boyfriend for Christmas. WTF? Next month she's wearing hipster panties or something on her bed. Swear. Made... a calendar... of herself... for her boyfriend... who sees her anyway... because he's... I mean seriously, what the fuck? I don't know why this makes less sense to me than when I plaster my boobs on the internet, but really... just tell me I'm jealous or something.
And once, my friend Mandie prank-called this girl, pretending to be God.
I LOVE [I mean, really,
!] the word bitcheface[s]!
My guinea pig, Fonzie, is sitting on my lap and he is eating carrots, and I just finished that popsicle.
The other night was neat. For the record, I was briefly on the stage at a Toasters show in an SG boybeater. Way to reprezizzent! Or some shit. Then I fell asleep instead of getting really drunk. And... yeah. You know.
Yesterday I was going to get my wisdom teeth pulled out, but after the brief consultation, we decided on Monday instead, so then I thought I was going to have the rockin'-est weekend ever, but it didn't start last night because I fell asleep and some other people don't know how to pick up a phone. Hi-five me for ruining what was going to be a fun surprise for some dear friends who rock Trogdor at band practice like no other.
Sometimes when I'm kidding, it doesn't come off well in writing, and sometimes I know too much and pretend to forget to make it easier on myself, and others.
I need a job. Next weekend I'm going to North Carolina for my cousin's graduation [Physical... something or other] and my relatives will probably give me money and stuff, but after that I definitely need a job.
I'd like to see an SG set in a fun house. If it's been done, tell me, so I can go look at it. If not, I think someone should definitely get on that. It would make me smile.
Stay pretty-Stiggy56