Mary-kate, will you share your sugardaddy?
I'm beginning to see flashes of green in my ovaltine.
You know how sometimes, you kind of wish that you were the number one transexual in America? By the way, try putting a dash of cinnamin in your drip coffee tommorow morning. Well, everyone has their problems, and I'm pretty sure that hot transexuals before their *****-bleaching days have had rough times too. They are so inspiring none the less, in ways that really don't matter or help anyone. Maybe. Like re-inforcing importance of externality and vanity. Mmm,mmm.
So, perhaps today is a day for the library. Or entertaining the thought of it. Because it's one of those cloudy days that are spent alone with your joints creaking moistly. Perhaps I should have stayed until six today. I really, really should have. I'd rather work than do alot of things, well at least today. I saw Casey as I walked to the bus shelter, leaning up against the mall like a farm boy with a secret, and extra spending money because it, perhaps. It was the plaid. And the fact that it looked like everyone else had about six more layers of clothing on. Casey, who's your daddy? Really. I miss you. Literally, even. I crossed the street to say " Yee-haw JaRONAN-NA"! But alas he was gone.
I should make an appointment with the loverly Beverly. I thought of her today as someone with tall black boots and blondey pigtails walked into the store. I also thought of her waking up this morning, letting go of my elastic band and saying " UUUARrHghguhhhhhh......my hair!". Hey, the caveman aethestique can be cool sometimes. Can I get an "Mmhmm, sista" ? Or....a paper bag with eyeholes. So that I can make it to Hive today, thanks.
You know how sometimes, you kind of wish that you were the number one transexual in America? By the way, try putting a dash of cinnamin in your drip coffee tommorow morning. Well, everyone has their problems, and I'm pretty sure that hot transexuals before their *****-bleaching days have had rough times too. They are so inspiring none the less, in ways that really don't matter or help anyone. Maybe. Like re-inforcing importance of externality and vanity. Mmm,mmm.
So, perhaps today is a day for the library. Or entertaining the thought of it. Because it's one of those cloudy days that are spent alone with your joints creaking moistly. Perhaps I should have stayed until six today. I really, really should have. I'd rather work than do alot of things, well at least today. I saw Casey as I walked to the bus shelter, leaning up against the mall like a farm boy with a secret, and extra spending money because it, perhaps. It was the plaid. And the fact that it looked like everyone else had about six more layers of clothing on. Casey, who's your daddy? Really. I miss you. Literally, even. I crossed the street to say " Yee-haw JaRONAN-NA"! But alas he was gone.
I should make an appointment with the loverly Beverly. I thought of her today as someone with tall black boots and blondey pigtails walked into the store. I also thought of her waking up this morning, letting go of my elastic band and saying " UUUARrHghguhhhhhh......my hair!". Hey, the caveman aethestique can be cool sometimes. Can I get an "Mmhmm, sista" ? Or....a paper bag with eyeholes. So that I can make it to Hive today, thanks.