it didn't hurt me
do you wanna feel how it feels? do you wanna know, know that it didn't hurt me? do you want to hear about the DEAL I'M MAKING?
strange, strange dream involving giving an oral report on running up that hill by kate bush to an english class, with varied lyrics and covered by evanscence.
martin is making eggs. we are going to victoria today... i think. i ate a steak last night and slept for twelve hours. all is well with the world.
the concert was so so so so good. mr keenan, he stomped around adorably and i had what was absolutely a spiritual experience. well, i had a panic attack. i'm sandy. lookit my dreadlocks. lookit how much beadies. i am so absolutely sparkling with the ceramic feathers twigs etc etc etc in the hairs. i am an addict. i needhelp. i an
that was martin. i had this magical panicked crying bout during isis, and had to go outside, and they almost didn't let me back in. the nice lady who had checked my bag the first time saved my life. i saw them. the stomping! the deep reverbrations in my chest! the sweetness of maynard's nipples and cowboy hat! his precious precious dancing! he said we were his "favourite english speaking north american country".
i'll have you know that for a couple of days i was going to live here. i typed up a resume and we found a place to live. then i thought about my little little dad and some other things.
PICTURE THIS: everyone in the world with swivelling lawn chairs, sitting facing the sun. the chairs move with the sun. NOW PICTURE: me, sitting in a lawn chair facing the sun. every few hours i have to adjust it.
strange, strange dream involving giving an oral report on running up that hill by kate bush to an english class, with varied lyrics and covered by evanscence.
martin is making eggs. we are going to victoria today... i think. i ate a steak last night and slept for twelve hours. all is well with the world.
the concert was so so so so good. mr keenan, he stomped around adorably and i had what was absolutely a spiritual experience. well, i had a panic attack. i'm sandy. lookit my dreadlocks. lookit how much beadies. i am so absolutely sparkling with the ceramic feathers twigs etc etc etc in the hairs. i am an addict. i needhelp. i an
that was martin. i had this magical panicked crying bout during isis, and had to go outside, and they almost didn't let me back in. the nice lady who had checked my bag the first time saved my life. i saw them. the stomping! the deep reverbrations in my chest! the sweetness of maynard's nipples and cowboy hat! his precious precious dancing! he said we were his "favourite english speaking north american country".
i'll have you know that for a couple of days i was going to live here. i typed up a resume and we found a place to live. then i thought about my little little dad and some other things.
PICTURE THIS: everyone in the world with swivelling lawn chairs, sitting facing the sun. the chairs move with the sun. NOW PICTURE: me, sitting in a lawn chair facing the sun. every few hours i have to adjust it.