for my final critique this semester i will be donning a sleeping bag and performing as a slug.
and then keep your eyes peeled for the unveiling of my new gallery showing: SLUTFUCKWHORE
i have to cut my lover loose. my heart has been swept up with another...ooo...butterflies...finally.
god damn sexy fine american skateboarders. i've been wooed. my toes are curled, my lips a drool,
fucko, my hero
another week, another letdown, another moodswing, dirty sheets.
another manhattan, please.
i cut my hair, so i'm kind of in a kerfuffle about it, but my mennonite non-style was way over. it just feels odd, the weight being gone from my head.
so, there's this crazy pigeon near my school that's decided i'm alright to sit on for a shoulder ride;
my sister has declared that my life is NOT NORMAL because "birds just don't do that, fly down and lite on people if they're not flinging food around."
ok, so be it!
update: my pigeon is missing, has anyone seen it? it answers to "coo" and... Read More
i used to do my fingernails safety orange, but then i couldn't find an orange to my liking. woe is me!! i think your current's hissing is fricking hilarious.
That's the insane bit... there was no cut! No stab wound of any kind.
Egads, that sounds really horrible! Yeah, I've had my unfair share of injuries and (closer than) close calls. The one last week freaked me out so much, I think, because it was just such a freaky situation...