lulumae

Must again get in habit of going online.

Well, whatever. I can summarize this week in a couple of sentences. Boys suck. Bettina rocks my world. My cat's breath smells like cat food.

I got sick for a while there, worked a little bit, got a bit better, and here I am! My big excitement is that I'm applying for (and keeping in mind that I don't have the qualifications for and won't get...) my very first "adult" job. As in a position where you get your own office. But they don't care that I'm pierced and, well, dark- in an "I'm allergic to sunlight" kinda way.

I won't get it, but the applying part will be good experience. And I don't want any of you optimists wanking on about how I shouldn't be negative, because I'm quite enthusiastic- and realistic.

So many of you may be asking... "why does Bettina rock your world?" Well, if you know Bettina, you should automatically understand. But along with being my sassy and fabulous award-winning burlesque partner, she also knit me knee-high red and white striped socks. Knit. For me.

Enough said.

And why do boys suck, you ask? Well, if you know boys, you shouldn't have to ask. But I'll tell you anyways. They suck because they're a big old pain in the ass. And if they were JUST a big old pain in the ass, I could easily get along without them. But the problem is, they also smell nice. And say nice things at the right time. And make you feel all gushy when they look at you from across the room.

Bah. Pooheads, the lot of them.

Off to be fabulous...

XOX-L

"My name? I am known by many names. Son of the Dark Prince, Child of Darkness. Some call me the Altar Boy of Doom. Others will know me as the second coming of damnation.... My mom calls me Pepito."