"I'll violate you in the most sensual way..."
My most favorite big person, jenny_grrl, made me a layout and it's rocking my face off. It's so awesome. You can view it HERE.
I'm jealous from reading concert reviews of the Philly show last night. Apparently some girl got Ville's Coke can. And Some other chick got his lighter. Lucky bastards. And he was handing out bottles of water to the front row. As if I wasn't already freaking excited enough, I had to go and read the damn review.
I'm such a masochist.
I still ahve to be on my best behavior. Apparently my mum didn't want to pay for the $15 fee to have my Greyhound ticket done over the phone, so I have to wait until tomorrow night to buy it. That means that I still have to be perfect, and I still have to convince my mum that what I told her about parents and people picking me up is true. This blows.
Oh well. Tomorrow. I am decking out completely in HIM stuff. I am going to be borrowing my friend's boyfriend's Love Metal t-shirt, wearing my beanie with a ghetto-ass HIM insignia STAPLED on there to cover up the "God Bless America", my lyric pants, my chucks with lyrics and a heartagram drawn on them, and will be drawing a heartagram on each cheek. I'M SO FUCKING STOKED ABOUT THIS CONCERT.
I'm leaving tomorrow night, people. Tomorrow. Fucking. Night. Good Goth.
And while we're on the subject... Tomorrow will be the last day before Tuesday that I will be able to update. This means that all of your friend's pages are being saved from the awefult wrath that is my tendency to write a million and a half times a day. You should celebrate.
Tally ho, sweethearts.
"Am I the ghost upon the stage, am I your anything?"
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I'm jealous from reading concert reviews of the Philly show last night. Apparently some girl got Ville's Coke can. And Some other chick got his lighter. Lucky bastards. And he was handing out bottles of water to the front row. As if I wasn't already freaking excited enough, I had to go and read the damn review.
I'm such a masochist.
I still ahve to be on my best behavior. Apparently my mum didn't want to pay for the $15 fee to have my Greyhound ticket done over the phone, so I have to wait until tomorrow night to buy it. That means that I still have to be perfect, and I still have to convince my mum that what I told her about parents and people picking me up is true. This blows.
Oh well. Tomorrow. I am decking out completely in HIM stuff. I am going to be borrowing my friend's boyfriend's Love Metal t-shirt, wearing my beanie with a ghetto-ass HIM insignia STAPLED on there to cover up the "God Bless America", my lyric pants, my chucks with lyrics and a heartagram drawn on them, and will be drawing a heartagram on each cheek. I'M SO FUCKING STOKED ABOUT THIS CONCERT.
I'm leaving tomorrow night, people. Tomorrow. Fucking. Night. Good Goth.
And while we're on the subject... Tomorrow will be the last day before Tuesday that I will be able to update. This means that all of your friend's pages are being saved from the awefult wrath that is my tendency to write a million and a half times a day. You should celebrate.
Tally ho, sweethearts.
"Am I the ghost upon the stage, am I your anything?"
Chat Noir