Rain Rain Rain.

[poprock_love]

There's a moth on my wall. It hasn't moved in a while. But so anyway you're jealous. Of me. And of Alician. Because a break dancer flipped over her. And I took a picture. And I got mixed berry gellatto. And it was someone's birthday at hooters. And Spider Man threw a ball at us. And we called Ben, and yelled into the phone about drugs, and "The Cats" and writing good music and that we were lesbians and hung up. And then we called again. And Ben picked up. And told us:

We were talking to his dad.

In conclusion, if you give a mouse a cookie, it will KICK YOUR FUCKIN ASS.

That's the essay I'm going to write for history.