So sick of being tired, and oh so tired of being sick.
Bleh.
I have had more than my fair share of daytime television.
My dress is coming along nicely. My tango-red sexiness, that is.
I had a crazy dream last night. Ben, gibson, terry, and I all lived in some house in the city, and all I can really remember is seeing like, nine pairs of boxers on the ground. Most of them were Manson boxers, and then one pair were like, ICP. I remember being really pissed and hitting someone not because they left their skivvies all over, but because they were fucking ICP. Crazy priorities. Do either of those artists even make boxers? Probably not. I'm such a crack head.
I'm still not feeling any better, and I was so lonely today that I talked to my grandmother for a half hour. Hell, I think if a telemarketer called I'd talk to them.
Damn my being contagious. I just need a haz-mat suit and a re-breather. And a radio flyer.
Life would be sweet if I had a radio flyer.
I have had more than my fair share of daytime television.
My dress is coming along nicely. My tango-red sexiness, that is.
I had a crazy dream last night. Ben, gibson, terry, and I all lived in some house in the city, and all I can really remember is seeing like, nine pairs of boxers on the ground. Most of them were Manson boxers, and then one pair were like, ICP. I remember being really pissed and hitting someone not because they left their skivvies all over, but because they were fucking ICP. Crazy priorities. Do either of those artists even make boxers? Probably not. I'm such a crack head.
I'm still not feeling any better, and I was so lonely today that I talked to my grandmother for a half hour. Hell, I think if a telemarketer called I'd talk to them.
Damn my being contagious. I just need a haz-mat suit and a re-breather. And a radio flyer.
Life would be sweet if I had a radio flyer.