wee. *scarfs another zebra cake*
i was sitting here minding my own busniess and this smell creeped over my shoulder.. shit!! to lazy to close the dawn door. what fools. well one day when i grow up i'm going to move to newyork and am going to become fabulous. my piccy is kinda like the chock in 13, but i'm more pudigly. i've ate 8 zebra cakes today. i bounced into the living room. "doesnt everything seem foggy?" 'no'. great now my dad think i'm on drugs... again.i cant wait to see john! man this lillte moody icon is so cute