Subjects are for Commies
So I come home last night, make sure my gerbils are alive and the house has not burned down, and then I collapse in on myself. A feeble attempt is made at going online but it's then I realize that the sun and traveling have completely fried my vampire brain. It had the exact consistency of mango salsa, and I couldn't do anything but throw things out of my bag and sleep. I don't know why mango salsa, I'm hungry right now. Mmmmmango.
I will play catch-up today, for super-cereal.
Also! Woodstock was interesting. It's full of old hippies that run chic little stores where they sell homeopathic beads for 10x their worth so they can afford to buy food and beads for themselves. A vicious cycle.
But I got chocolate-covered gummi bears so I don't care.
I will play catch-up today, for super-cereal.
Also! Woodstock was interesting. It's full of old hippies that run chic little stores where they sell homeopathic beads for 10x their worth so they can afford to buy food and beads for themselves. A vicious cycle.
But I got chocolate-covered gummi bears so I don't care.