Creative Forgery
Copying poems in Creative writing. Decided to STOP being the Papyrus Loser that I am and actually take time away from copying other people's poetry.
I'm really really really hungry.
I'm also regretting some things that happened over Christmas break. Which is bad because I'm the kind of person who says NO to regret. But I am. And it's making me... sad. Sometimes, I can be a very, very heartless person. Fuck me. I'm going to hell. Oh well, at least I'm good enough friends with Gay!Satan that I know he'll save me a good room.
Tom and I had a raunchy time rolling around on the floor in the dressing rooms today, slapping each other and saying dirty things. HAHA! Actually, it was a blast. Except for the bruises on my legs.
That sounded worse than I had intended it to sound. Oh well.
I'm really really hungry.
Like, really.
Hm. I'm trying to think of something to say. Marise is Queen. Sara is Princess. And I am God. Because that is how the Divine Mandate works out. And Adam is a blasphemor. End sentence. Period. Full stop. Half an hour before I can go home.
They're making a movie out of Where the Red Fern Grows, one of my favorite childhood novels! That book is so sad. Well gotta run, Marise needs me to go back to work damn her. Cheers, all, and Forget Regret or Life is Yours to MISS! (PS-- that reminds me-- Abby and Tom are doing "Another Day" for the CD apparently. I think they sound good together).
I'm really really really hungry.
I'm also regretting some things that happened over Christmas break. Which is bad because I'm the kind of person who says NO to regret. But I am. And it's making me... sad. Sometimes, I can be a very, very heartless person. Fuck me. I'm going to hell. Oh well, at least I'm good enough friends with Gay!Satan that I know he'll save me a good room.
Tom and I had a raunchy time rolling around on the floor in the dressing rooms today, slapping each other and saying dirty things. HAHA! Actually, it was a blast. Except for the bruises on my legs.
That sounded worse than I had intended it to sound. Oh well.
I'm really really hungry.
Like, really.
Hm. I'm trying to think of something to say. Marise is Queen. Sara is Princess. And I am God. Because that is how the Divine Mandate works out. And Adam is a blasphemor. End sentence. Period. Full stop. Half an hour before I can go home.
They're making a movie out of Where the Red Fern Grows, one of my favorite childhood novels! That book is so sad. Well gotta run, Marise needs me to go back to work damn her. Cheers, all, and Forget Regret or Life is Yours to MISS! (PS-- that reminds me-- Abby and Tom are doing "Another Day" for the CD apparently. I think they sound good together).