| Current mood: | like i'm on estasy but i'm not |
| Current music: | Exies - 'Creeper Kamakazie' |
why do I always write in the form of an open letter to everyone when no one cares?
Did a little remodeling of my journal...&I'm not sure if I like it. I kind of liked the simplicity of the plain black &white. Without a ton of graphics &a really nice layout, it pretty much forced you to have to read the text first. (Or at least that was the point.) but now it's all babydoll, barbie colours ¬hing goes together.
but what the hell. It's my journal, &if my journal looks as sckitzophrenic as my thoughts are, then things will work out nicely. I'll just let the layout represent my thoughts rather then my writing.
So, hmmpfff.
&dude, what is with this a$$hole trying to ban oreos?? I'm telling you, our country is in a sad, fucked up state when you can't even enjoy your double stuffed cookies without some beaurcratic jerk telling you not to. &seriously, if I were this laywer, I'd be fearing for my life right about now. If there is one thing you don't do, it's get between fat men &their oreos. They're going to form some sort of fat man brigade &gouge out his eyes. He better sleep with mace underneath his pillow tonight. Mace, &diet soda. Because diet soda is like, a natural fat man repellant.
..............yeah, I don't know what I'm talking about anymore, either.
Ughhh... but I just chewed on my nails.. after I just painted them... so now I've got that icky nail polish remover taste in my mouth.. ewww...
I remember when I was little &the girl next door had a lollypop in one hand, &a nail polish brush in the other. She got 'em mixed up, &ran the lollypop over her nails &licked the nail polish. Hehehe...
I swear, it's the weirdest damn things like that that I remember so prominently from my childhood.
Like when we'd go 'disco bowling', &we'd pretend to speak French.. except we didn't know french back then, so we'd just talk in all this incoherant made up babble, &people would give us strange looks.
-sigh-
I really miss my teenybopper days.
.....&you know that saying 'misery loves company'? It's true, &damnit, nobody wants to take part.
but, hey, if you forgive me for this random rambling, I'll forgive you for being everything I hate, I'll forgive you for being just another tattooed 666 in a wrecked heap of numbers. Deal?
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2132254565776878i'm so ugly, that's okay 'cause so are you985456678678678678
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