As many of you may know, I am a thirteen year old girl. You've lived through the crushes, the angst, the self discovery, the menarche, er.. maybe not that last one. Though, I do get a lot of nosebleeds… and I do have the man PMS! Also, most of you are well aware of what I looked like when I was 13. I wanted to relive those years, but look prettier this time around!
Thus… I present you with doom.
Look for more high rez pics in the future… Well, maybe not of all those. Eek. Damn artists and their naked bodies!!
As part of that photo project, I had a sleepover with Rainer and Maria (the people, not the poet and/or band). Rainer even made a wig of yarn. It was the sex.
Oh… too much fun. The pillow fight was especially marvelous. You know, ever since I decided to be cool and split my personalities, I feel very repetitive… hmm. What are your thoughts on the matter Emma?
I'M PRETTY!
Hmm, perhaps I should take a chainsaw to a leg, because if I don't lose 20 pounds, I'll never really be pretty! It's the only answer!!
Know what makes a boring class better?
Well, okay, vodka can help, but it's really the companionship of good friends, and playing with pretty hair wraps your girlfriend raniqua made. Oh, excessive laughter and cameras help too. This was all at the beginning of classtime… oops.
Bud and Ginny are the rock. They sure do bring the mosh. Uh-huh, oh yeah, alright.
They got to me and took my sword +3 so I had to do it with a butter knife. When I die all they'll find in me is caffeine, codeine, and ecstasy, I'm an afterschool special and there's nothing you can do… I don't want the same thing happening to you!
Heh. College makes me crazy-special. At least it's not art school. I wouldn't want to be some sort of queer!
Oh.. wait. Shit.
Oh, and speaking of butterknives, Bridget attempted to cut off her finger with one a week or two ago. I should try and steal some pictures of the occasion. Hehe.. it's even better than my doom lantern story!
I feel kinda selfish lately, but bla. I just want people to take notice of something. Being cryptic makes life filled with butter! Sometimes it just melts? Err.. yeah. I'll be home in.. 11 days now, is it? Emma can verify that. Hehe. My walls are now all bare, like my womb after my child was stolen from me.
I.. er.. yeah. No excuse at all. Weird dreams lately. I don't think I've ever had an Andy dream (post-doom), but yesterday I was thinking about that, and how it'd make me explode if it happened. If I think about it too much it will probably happen, and that'd be scary.
On that note, I good you bid evening. Er, super perfundo on the early eve of your day!