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The long awaited update. I know Veronica is jumping up and down right now because I've gotten off my arse. lol. Hmm... update, update, update.
I've been having a relaxing holiday, if not boring. The highlight will be BOD (Big Day Out) Which I'll probably die from exhaustion of something. I'll probably get smothered into some big sweaty guy's arm pit and die. If I do die, Emma get's my pog collection which is located in the big round box in my room, and all the rest of my shit goes to Alicia. She doesn't know that yet.
What sucks: I was a teeny-bopper last year. Utterly music illiterate, and now this year I'm slapping myself silly (heh) because I missed out on seeing The Strokes. *gets flustered at the thought of them and passes out* They're unbelievably sex-hay. And Fab, he is, fab. Totally.
I have two bags full of paper from magazines. You know why? Because almighty me, has schemed to sell ALL of my clippings on... wait for it... eBay. What a masterful idea. And yet so stupid. Soooo very stupid. I've wasted endless hours cutting up Lindsay Lohan's face (which, any other time I would enjoy doing) and instead I could have... been sleeping... and dreaming about... monkeys in drag!
NOTE TO SELF: Monkeys. In. Drag!
I've been asked several times today (sadly, only twice) about who I like. Like. Like is such an innocent word. So, demeaning? So... childish... so... teenager. Ish. I love saying, "No one." and the reply being, "Come on! Tell me! I know you like so and so!" Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. They rip it out of you! They reach in, and pull on the already lose thread, and pull until you become unraveled and vunerable! It's not fair!
In the mean time, to save people the trouble, in future. I LIKE NO ONE. I like lonliness. I like being safe in my own arms... Sounded wrong, I know!
If I keep talking, I'll die. So. Aloha my gorgeous fluffy bunnies!
I've been having a relaxing holiday, if not boring. The highlight will be BOD (Big Day Out) Which I'll probably die from exhaustion of something. I'll probably get smothered into some big sweaty guy's arm pit and die. If I do die, Emma get's my pog collection which is located in the big round box in my room, and all the rest of my shit goes to Alicia. She doesn't know that yet.
What sucks: I was a teeny-bopper last year. Utterly music illiterate, and now this year I'm slapping myself silly (heh) because I missed out on seeing The Strokes. *gets flustered at the thought of them and passes out* They're unbelievably sex-hay. And Fab, he is, fab. Totally.
I have two bags full of paper from magazines. You know why? Because almighty me, has schemed to sell ALL of my clippings on... wait for it... eBay. What a masterful idea. And yet so stupid. Soooo very stupid. I've wasted endless hours cutting up Lindsay Lohan's face (which, any other time I would enjoy doing) and instead I could have... been sleeping... and dreaming about... monkeys in drag!
NOTE TO SELF: Monkeys. In. Drag!
I've been asked several times today (sadly, only twice) about who I like. Like. Like is such an innocent word. So, demeaning? So... childish... so... teenager. Ish. I love saying, "No one." and the reply being, "Come on! Tell me! I know you like so and so!" Pfft. Pfft. Pfft. They rip it out of you! They reach in, and pull on the already lose thread, and pull until you become unraveled and vunerable! It's not fair!
In the mean time, to save people the trouble, in future. I LIKE NO ONE. I like lonliness. I like being safe in my own arms... Sounded wrong, I know!
If I keep talking, I'll die. So. Aloha my gorgeous fluffy bunnies!