ive got a bad flavor....
so more or less i decided that men are simply cuntcraving assholes. i have made the conscience decision to explore the quasi art of lesbianism. im talking cut off shirts, bullcuts, black bicycles and fake tattoos. this could be a temporary investigation but as far as this moment- i just want to cut off all of the dicks inhabiting the world and put then in a large glass lock box in my backyard so that people can observe the mass of penis's as they slowly shrivel and desentigrate into dust.
it would probably be a long process.
anyway so this (I HOPE) will be the final(THOUGH I DOUBT IT)man bashing entry for a while.
on a positive note:
i am stuffing my limbs into a shaggon waggon and heading slightly upward and over a little bit to LA with the love of my life camie cox where i will greet my former partner in mental crime alijandro rose and my beautiful friend kkkkkkaylan.
i made a death pixie tree for this kid who i used to mudwrestle with
i have yet to see the film that i worked on this summer
i got into the three schools i applied to and if i can sell enough lemonade perhaps i can attend one of them.
i ate a box of girlscout cookies around a week ago and still feel awesome about it.
i had a dance party to really awful disco music in my underwear and remebered that i am a 17 year old girl.
i made a dress today. it is grey with a pink ribbon.
i rode my bike from 29th street to 55th street and back and i almost died but felt great about it in retrospect
i also read eloise today and fuck that book is brilliant. it is sort of like i feel bad for any kid whose mother did not recite it nightly into their tiny ear drums because i think it is an exstreamly influential (not to mention entertaining) story. to be honest i still wish i was that little girl on the page with her eyeless/limbless babydoll, and that crazy nanny that always said things in threes.
basically you know how everyone has that little book in their room that they cry onto or yell through their fingers at? well that little book of mine (that was never really that little at all) is now filled up, so until i can find a new one or figure out a way to wipe the ink out of nancy drew hardcovers then i am stuck using this devil machine. please dont read this again because i promise that i will only waste more and MORE of your time (as if that is possible).
hayden
also the sun face turning red to signify my emotions is irritating and i wish i could remeber how to change it.
it would probably be a long process.
anyway so this (I HOPE) will be the final(THOUGH I DOUBT IT)man bashing entry for a while.
on a positive note:
i am stuffing my limbs into a shaggon waggon and heading slightly upward and over a little bit to LA with the love of my life camie cox where i will greet my former partner in mental crime alijandro rose and my beautiful friend kkkkkkaylan.
i made a death pixie tree for this kid who i used to mudwrestle with
i have yet to see the film that i worked on this summer
i got into the three schools i applied to and if i can sell enough lemonade perhaps i can attend one of them.
i ate a box of girlscout cookies around a week ago and still feel awesome about it.
i had a dance party to really awful disco music in my underwear and remebered that i am a 17 year old girl.
i made a dress today. it is grey with a pink ribbon.
i rode my bike from 29th street to 55th street and back and i almost died but felt great about it in retrospect
i also read eloise today and fuck that book is brilliant. it is sort of like i feel bad for any kid whose mother did not recite it nightly into their tiny ear drums because i think it is an exstreamly influential (not to mention entertaining) story. to be honest i still wish i was that little girl on the page with her eyeless/limbless babydoll, and that crazy nanny that always said things in threes.
basically you know how everyone has that little book in their room that they cry onto or yell through their fingers at? well that little book of mine (that was never really that little at all) is now filled up, so until i can find a new one or figure out a way to wipe the ink out of nancy drew hardcovers then i am stuck using this devil machine. please dont read this again because i promise that i will only waste more and MORE of your time (as if that is possible).
hayden
also the sun face turning red to signify my emotions is irritating and i wish i could remeber how to change it.