lucy

I just went out perambulatin' to the grocery store to grab some food for my sorely empty little larder, and now, half an hour after I get home, I realize that I did not buy nearly enough sugary things to satisfy my sweet tooth. I can tell that this 'diet' idea will be short lived.

My roommates have started to feel like family. Finding them was a very happy accident. I feel at home here.


I've always been secretly dissapointed that I wasn't born a boy, because I'd love to be a drag queen. I love the really draggy girls with Traci Lords lips that can turn your head with one sultry, exaggerated bat of their false eyelashes, towering over you in their platform heels. They way they embrace excess and ooze sex appeal dampens my knickers just a little.

Also, I have decided that the name 'Horatio' is a lame one. It sounds both stupid and pompous, and any kid doomed to have that name will get eaten alive in middle school and grow up with severe psychological damage. Therefore that is what I will name my firstborn son.



Lucy: way cooler than whiskey.

xoxo
love lucy