kumquat

hello and welcome to another installment of megan's mind.

people are strange.
this i already knew.
but my goodness.
school is cementing that fact in my head.
cement, cement, cement.

bubble heads.
fucking bubble girls.
they giggle and squeal and bounce.
they are the worst stereotypes.
i am still disappointed at the lack of queers in my class.
but i'm starting to get over it.
as my fear of bubble heads diminishes.

this journal [or just an excuse to post silly pictures]
is brought to you by the letter hungry and a little of the number sleep deprived.

so moving on.
pictures.

mostly of my fort.
my fort being under a desk.
with pillows.
and couch cushions.
and a sleeping bag.
quite often with a dash of chocolate and a smattering of juice.
i love my fort.
it is a wonderful place for naps.
enamoured i am.
with a fort.
which isn't really a fort.
but shhhh.
don't tell.





http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/4/81/187814/55180/740516.jpg

i feel protected in my fort.
a fabulous place to hide.
if something comes in my fort, be it toes or otherwise.
i may feel the need to pounce on them.
but that feeling is best repressed.

after being a complete and utter poser girl.
who's mushy for a "fort"

i laughed.
and pretended to be a gorilla.
which failed immensely.
because i just cannot look that dashingly manly.
but i tried.
and am amused.



that was my best effort.
boo-urns at that.



really, i am but a clothing stealer.
but bunny hugs feel best stolen.



maybe he wants it back?
maybe he just thinks i'm a ridiculous fool.

but that's fine.
'cause i am.