evilwillow

let's play a game. I know what you're thinking; and no, it isn't that game. (bite me. though, those of you who started playing...there is a cool interactive map and a group - email me if you're interested.)


let's see how smart you are. don't be a puss. do it.

moi = 148


is 1pm too early to start drinking?

I think my boobs got bigger. seriously - like overnight. *poof* - bigger.


if you drop a ben and jerry's peace pop into the toilet, that motherfucker doesn't melt. ever. try it. scary.

once upon a time, in my stoner days (in 90 years, I've seen a lot), I thought the best food, ever, was mac n cheese (the kind with powdered cheese) and ketchup.

I rock your motherfucking socks off. admit it.

I saw a baby hippo last night on the discovery channel. it narrowly escaped a) being eaten by a crocodile, b) getting trampled by an ignorant male, and c) infanticide. I had bad dreams all night long.

do you have a recurring dream?
tell me.


xoxoxo
wil




things float around me, taunting me with their transparentness. I know you can see them, too...don't pretend you can't. or can you? maybe they are toys just for me...singing songs only I can hear. foggy and thick and soupy. if they bother me enough.....just enough...I can make them go away. with a poke and a slice and a whisper of flesh. exhale.



I won't, maybe. I don't mind them, now, their dancing. but I could banish them. I have before and felt no guilt. they don't deserve to share my space; to hold my thoughts hostage. pounding blood in my body...wanting to banish. no. not today.