a moose that's high on pot
re: october 8th, 2006.
one year later. different boy, same nausea.
i've said it before, and i'll say it again: my life is a joke. sitcom writers should pay me royalties for my daily material, simultaneously silly and tragic. i mean, whatevs, i could be jennifer aniston if i REALLY wanted to.
meanwhile, when i sing a G sharp, glass shatters. what's an alto in second soprano's clothing to do?
one year later. different boy, same nausea.
i've said it before, and i'll say it again: my life is a joke. sitcom writers should pay me royalties for my daily material, simultaneously silly and tragic. i mean, whatevs, i could be jennifer aniston if i REALLY wanted to.
meanwhile, when i sing a G sharp, glass shatters. what's an alto in second soprano's clothing to do?