"My stomach churned as the sea of milk. The shadows rise, the birds outside sing their goodnight prelude. The head of the cult is in my walls, saying "I can't fall in love". An Albuterol Inhalation to keep me from closing, when I need to say no."
I fell so sad for Columbia when Frank N Furter kills Eddie. And later on she eats him. Oh dear...I have to write an autobiography for Speech tomorrow, and I havn't even started yet, oh my. So it looks like I will be getting my license sooner than I though, my mom already got the papers from Austin, I can't wait.... Ok so for sure I will be going to the art museum this weekend. I hope they still have have some left over Frida Kahlo pictures for sale. Which reminds me I hope my Dia de Los Muertos shirt comes in soon.