the truth of a sparkly bracelet
so i went to do an artistry today and the people who i was making- up were smoking- up and now i smell like pot. this makes me think about my childhood and my teenage years (the real ones, ie 13-18) and not in a good way. i want to bathe. i need to scrub off the scent of my corrupt nostalgia. i need a latte and someone very uncultured and normal to talk to. good thing i'm going to class. full of uncultured, very normal people. i'll make a latte when i go home because praise god i have a capuccino maker (sp?)
i want to go to china. apparently they are a society so obsessed with food that instead of saying "how are you" after you say hello, you are supposed to say "have you eaten?" to which you respond yes i have or the other person is obligated to feed you and that's not right. i, however, well say no to every chinese person i meet when i go. hehehe. i come to rouse a rebellion!
fat people are gross. there are only a few choice parts of you that should jiggle when you walk.
now, before i go off on a philosophical bent about the tragedy of human history, i must depart to class. onward, christian soldier, onward.
i want to go to china. apparently they are a society so obsessed with food that instead of saying "how are you" after you say hello, you are supposed to say "have you eaten?" to which you respond yes i have or the other person is obligated to feed you and that's not right. i, however, well say no to every chinese person i meet when i go. hehehe. i come to rouse a rebellion!
fat people are gross. there are only a few choice parts of you that should jiggle when you walk.
now, before i go off on a philosophical bent about the tragedy of human history, i must depart to class. onward, christian soldier, onward.