I'm the luckiest grrrl. I'm hangen out with Marla. I'm at her computer.

I think the world is one big egg and were breakin the shell from time to time. I broke the shell the last few nights and have been up all night for too. It sucked, I hate the smell of that coming out of my belches, ya know what I mean? I hate to sound all grossey on yall but funckin gross.

One day all the pieces come awake in a half morning dream state as you realise that in a parralell universe where present is past and future and you look up to find yourself in the middle of practicing ancient egyptian sex magik with all the town people starring at you on the alter wearing gold and black paint. I tend to wonder who was I exactly in that past life and should I be saying this online? What does it all mean?!

hmmm curious...


sqeeek blaoughk!