last night, i went out to get myself out of the house, since i've been hibernating all week. ran into L and his girl on the street and they persuaded me to go have a beer with them. but i just sat there like a ragdoll, totally uninterested in or by anything that was going on around me. when i got up to leave, someone asked if i was okay, as if i looked like i was going to be sick. i was so detached, and its all because of my little secret... because i'm way too excited about it, and its all i can think about.
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whooee. drunk now! ha ha. talking on the phone and typi g at the same time is kidna hard when yo7r'e drunk.
i love my loofah.
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whooee. drunk now! ha ha. talking on the phone and typi g at the same time is kidna hard when yo7r'e drunk.
i love my loofah.
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next time the creepies come up to you. say something even more off the wall, like "salmon don't like their french toast with ketchup",while having your eyes open really wide and cossed, with a great big creepy smile and in a low voice with low rumbling crazy laughs inbetween. pretty much just be more creepy than them. and if that doesn't work. junk punt them.
sorry about all this, I must just be on one today. the real reason I started this was to ask if you would like me to somehow send you a copy of flaming lips-yoshimitsu battles the pink robots? it's really, really good. if you loved soft bullitin then you will definitly love this one. get back to me if so. peace and love.
Just kiddin'. Though I do think I know what it is now. Woo! And Hurrah!