Tomorrow my momma is Sexty
"Do you really want to add Neil Diamond as a friend? Click "Add" only if you really wish to add Neil Diamond as a Friend."
That's what myspace asked me today. How silly, I mean it's Neil Diamond, of course I really want to add him as my friend. I had to scoff at the mere question. Wouldn't all of you want Neil as your pal? Sure you would, so I know we can all scoff together then sing 'America' at the top of our lungs while we all hold hands.
I got a haircut over break, as I did last break, and as history repeats it's the worst haircut I've ever had. It looks like they took a salad bowl, put it on my head and cut around the edges. If I don't scream 12 year old boy, I don't know what does. Maybe I should get a Mutant Ninjas shirt and a ballcap and see if I can get into movies at a discount. It's bad when you're still in the salon chair and you know before they've finished that it's just an awful haircut. And to be honest, I freaked out when I got home. I was shouting at the world, panicking and breaking shit. Then I found scissors (oh yes I did) and started whacking at my hair... I mean there was no way it could get worse. I actually made it look okay, not good but okay. I'm just not looking forward for the next 3 weeks or so until it grows out.
God sent me cookies in the mail today. He knew that I'm broke and can't afford food or much of anything so he sent me cookies. Seriously, God sent me cookies.
That's what myspace asked me today. How silly, I mean it's Neil Diamond, of course I really want to add him as my friend. I had to scoff at the mere question. Wouldn't all of you want Neil as your pal? Sure you would, so I know we can all scoff together then sing 'America' at the top of our lungs while we all hold hands.
I got a haircut over break, as I did last break, and as history repeats it's the worst haircut I've ever had. It looks like they took a salad bowl, put it on my head and cut around the edges. If I don't scream 12 year old boy, I don't know what does. Maybe I should get a Mutant Ninjas shirt and a ballcap and see if I can get into movies at a discount. It's bad when you're still in the salon chair and you know before they've finished that it's just an awful haircut. And to be honest, I freaked out when I got home. I was shouting at the world, panicking and breaking shit. Then I found scissors (oh yes I did) and started whacking at my hair... I mean there was no way it could get worse. I actually made it look okay, not good but okay. I'm just not looking forward for the next 3 weeks or so until it grows out.
God sent me cookies in the mail today. He knew that I'm broke and can't afford food or much of anything so he sent me cookies. Seriously, God sent me cookies.