When pirates and ninjas mate....you get gey robots
what on earth is going on in this house? I've got talking heads - more songs about buildings and food in my room battling the tom tom club in eli's room. Shanna's dancing about like a gay robot. In honor of coming out day, I decided to dance in the closet. That's right, lights off, door closed, CUTTIN A RUG.
If consumerism is evil, then, well I just don't care. My lovely little french blue peacoat with its high pockets, black buttons, and silky, buttery insides arrived in all its preciousness today. It fits perfectly. Take me to the river.
My abdominal muscles made a joyous reappearence today after a truly long and overly relaxing hiatus. Welcome back, muscles. I attribute their reappearence to a 20 minute walk to school that my tardiness forces me to make in 10 minutes every morning. I knew it'd be good for something.
"WANDA!"
"That was prophetic."
"It's like .......I'm an angel!"
"Can you do that? I can...I can... I can.....can you?!"
--Robert Tilton aka Pastor Gas on his own farts
ooh green eyes love and loveliness