Mar 22, 2011 23:26
What happened to the idealistic dreams of youth?
The person I thought I was meant to be is long gone, and in her place is this.
Our Exceedingly Average Lady of Not Very Much At All.
Oh well, it could be worse.
Too much time on my sweaty little hands. Which means I inevitably start thinking about the best way to fit the word 'poo' into as many sentences as possible.
Like 'miaow' in Super Troopers. God, I love that film.
'Now, what I want poo to do, is take this pootiful piece of 19th century art and deconstruct its themes, with an emphasis on pooniqueness.'
childish,
random