an illegal entry written at work. to the internet police: BITE ME
I have stale Listerine breath.
I think that's the same as halitosis.
How bout I breathe on you and you let me know.
I'm in the early throws of sickness.
I feel like Diana--leader of the V-ship alien craft--after just having eaten a healthy medley of cockroaches and mice.
I mean, even the lizard freaks must get a sore throat from all that rodent nibbling.
Dudes, my throat is so sore, I wanna rip it out and marinade it with honey....love me, hold me, make it go away.
Melissa, I'm sorry that I didnt call you last night but my flu had me feeling too worn out to want to talk.
You're gonna have a really good laugh and groan ALOT when I tell you what I have to tell you.
Why don't you live here?
Please come and visit pronto and stuff Willow in your carry-on and box Jonee up as "Fragile" (you havent met him but I think you should)
Lately, I've been feeling torn between wanting a piano scarf or a piano tie and knowing that I will probably feel like too big of a fag to ever wear either. My keyboard purse already makes me feel like a sufficient fool and I'm too self-conscious/self-loathing to wear it without judging myself. I know, I need to relax, it's just a purse.
In personal news...
I've always been constitutionally against random make-out sessions. Partly because I've been there-done but mostly because I worry--I mean it, actually AGONIZE--that I might catch The Herps. I'm always thinking...is he gonna give me The Herps? Because dude, you're down fuh lyfe if you get that stuff. And those puppies aren't always visible--they can hide INSIDE your mouth like little leaky trolls under the bridge. I mean, making out shouldnt be a short-term gain with a long-term loss. It's supposed to be a fucking write-off, man.
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, making out!
Um. Yeah. Nothing mind-blowing here. I just feeling like making out.
Do you see how nutty I am? Can you comprehend my craziness?
I wrote like 6 sentences about why I'm afraid to make-out and one about wanting to make out.
Will someone shove a tongue in my mouth just to shut me up, already?
I think that's the same as halitosis.
How bout I breathe on you and you let me know.
I'm in the early throws of sickness.
I feel like Diana--leader of the V-ship alien craft--after just having eaten a healthy medley of cockroaches and mice.
I mean, even the lizard freaks must get a sore throat from all that rodent nibbling.
Dudes, my throat is so sore, I wanna rip it out and marinade it with honey....love me, hold me, make it go away.
Melissa, I'm sorry that I didnt call you last night but my flu had me feeling too worn out to want to talk.
You're gonna have a really good laugh and groan ALOT when I tell you what I have to tell you.
Why don't you live here?
Please come and visit pronto and stuff Willow in your carry-on and box Jonee up as "Fragile" (you havent met him but I think you should)
Lately, I've been feeling torn between wanting a piano scarf or a piano tie and knowing that I will probably feel like too big of a fag to ever wear either. My keyboard purse already makes me feel like a sufficient fool and I'm too self-conscious/self-loathing to wear it without judging myself. I know, I need to relax, it's just a purse.
In personal news...
I've always been constitutionally against random make-out sessions. Partly because I've been there-done but mostly because I worry--I mean it, actually AGONIZE--that I might catch The Herps. I'm always thinking...is he gonna give me The Herps? Because dude, you're down fuh lyfe if you get that stuff. And those puppies aren't always visible--they can hide INSIDE your mouth like little leaky trolls under the bridge. I mean, making out shouldnt be a short-term gain with a long-term loss. It's supposed to be a fucking write-off, man.
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah, making out!
Um. Yeah. Nothing mind-blowing here. I just feeling like making out.
Do you see how nutty I am? Can you comprehend my craziness?
I wrote like 6 sentences about why I'm afraid to make-out and one about wanting to make out.
Will someone shove a tongue in my mouth just to shut me up, already?