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GRRrrr , not quite the same kind of GRRRR that comes before the grrrreat of kellogs frosted flakes. Though sometimes I feel like a frosted flake, drowning in milk, drowning I say. My how poetic I am. Sometimes I feel like an unfrosted flake in a world of frosted flakes. Hehe, I like that one.
Anyways, apparently I am insane. yep, nuts, whacko, cookoo, crazy, yadda yadda yadda...
and I also can't sing but, no worries The world of Ara is never on fire that's the way I like it and I'll always be bored. See what I did there? See monkeys sea monkeys jello monkeys hello monkeys.
I'm really good at unintentionally intenionally ruining things. all sorts of things. Like the circus in my head, I always have the tent fall and trap everyone in it. And whenever there's a parade in Araland (aka chickenland) I send in the rain. So, why do I do this? well, why do serial killers kill? why do women have maternal instincts? why does the rain fall in the plain in Spain? I just don't know.
On another note, Today in make up design I made myself Asian and I looked rather odd. Last week I made myself into a boy and I looked hot. I will wake up in a couple of hours and attempt to go get my drivers' license with Jill Jones. Hopefully she won't mind being woken up at 7 am. She's pretty wonderful and wonderfully pretty.
Nick still has mono. Which means he won't kiss me. Which means I get grouchy. Which means I'm being stupid. which means everything's the same as usual.
So I came here to check my e-mail and update this nonsensical piece of flapdoodle.
That is all.
Anyways, apparently I am insane. yep, nuts, whacko, cookoo, crazy, yadda yadda yadda...
and I also can't sing but, no worries The world of Ara is never on fire that's the way I like it and I'll always be bored. See what I did there? See monkeys sea monkeys jello monkeys hello monkeys.
I'm really good at unintentionally intenionally ruining things. all sorts of things. Like the circus in my head, I always have the tent fall and trap everyone in it. And whenever there's a parade in Araland (aka chickenland) I send in the rain. So, why do I do this? well, why do serial killers kill? why do women have maternal instincts? why does the rain fall in the plain in Spain? I just don't know.
On another note, Today in make up design I made myself Asian and I looked rather odd. Last week I made myself into a boy and I looked hot. I will wake up in a couple of hours and attempt to go get my drivers' license with Jill Jones. Hopefully she won't mind being woken up at 7 am. She's pretty wonderful and wonderfully pretty.
Nick still has mono. Which means he won't kiss me. Which means I get grouchy. Which means I'm being stupid. which means everything's the same as usual.
So I came here to check my e-mail and update this nonsensical piece of flapdoodle.
That is all.