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Finished my school shopping today. I have come to the conclusion that button down shirts are not made for girls with tits and smalls waists. I got lucky however, and scored a couple. Lycra is stretchy god, and I owe my sanity to its creators. I bought a poncho for the hell of buying a poncho. I was running around H&M pretending I was Johnny Depp. *staggers like a drunken pirate* I blew close to 50.00 bucks in Claries buying crap jewelry that I’m sure I will loose, break, and or tarnish by the time Christmas rolls around. I did get that nifty handcuff necklace I’ve been lusting after for ages however. I had to exchange the backings to my barbells from my second holes , for they were beginning to decay and eat away at my ear. Sterling Silver? I think not. I talked to the chick at the place about getting two more cartilage piercings in my left ear. I’ll probably be going some time late September after all my others are done healing. I’m still on my never ending search for awesome Creepers that don’t require me to sell my soul to purchase. 65.00 bucks for crap that supposedly falls apart within the year? I don’t think so.
Whoa. That entire paragraph is basically random thoughts exploding from my head and ending up in weird choppy sentences. I’ve spotted three offenders already. Oh fuck, my brain goes to hell during the summer, I need a good dose of Mrs. Hogaboom and her screaming to get my grammatical skills back.
Mickey is still in Yugoslavia, and I have no one to have pretend sex with. She better be bringing me back a hot European man to play with. *shakes fist*
Dudes, does school start on Sept. 8, or am I just in some crazy fantasy dream world where school actually starts that late?
Sweet merciful crap, I better stop before I make your eyes bleed with my crappy sentence structure skills.
Whoa. That entire paragraph is basically random thoughts exploding from my head and ending up in weird choppy sentences. I’ve spotted three offenders already. Oh fuck, my brain goes to hell during the summer, I need a good dose of Mrs. Hogaboom and her screaming to get my grammatical skills back.
Mickey is still in Yugoslavia, and I have no one to have pretend sex with. She better be bringing me back a hot European man to play with. *shakes fist*
Dudes, does school start on Sept. 8, or am I just in some crazy fantasy dream world where school actually starts that late?
Sweet merciful crap, I better stop before I make your eyes bleed with my crappy sentence structure skills.