[firstlightofeos]

Having been bored with my journal, I've decided to make some changes. Most obviously, the journal's title and mood theme have changed; I've decided to base everything off of Johnny Mercer's song, "Dream":

Get in touch with that sundown fellow,
As he tiptoes across the sun.
He's got a million kinds of stardust;
Pick your favorite brand.
And...
Dream

Comments

[sweetcherrytree]

*hums*

=) Pretty. I disagree with Noka. It's nice.

*hums* Yankee doodle went to town, riding on a ponyyyyyyy. Stuck a feather in his hat and called him macaroni!!

[firstlightofeos]

*grins* Thanks. *glares at Savi* See, Savi? See? Kelly says it's nice, so there!

*continues* Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy. Mind the music and the step, and with the girls be handy!

[anokam]

Hey, Kel doesn't know anything. I'm the Evil Overlady here. What're you doing, agreeing with cheery people, woman?

[firstlightofeos]

I'm sick. Sick sick sick sick sick.

And my brain's super-saturated with things I have to remember for school...*headdeskthump* *zzzzzz*

[anokam]

*nods* You are.

*pats* I'd try and sympathise, but I'm kind of holding my own pity party here. So I'm rather busy with that. Some other time, aye?

[sweetcherrytree]

*hugs* Feel better, I hope.

[firstlightofeos]

*laughs* It was just a hunger-headache. I'm all better now.