That was the worst Christmas ever
Lima beans, cauliflower, green peas, raisins, almonds (no cashews), corn, and carrots, green beans, and vodka tonic. Paprika and chocolate ghosts, grape leather. Burning bunnies and dollar bills.
I just want to go to that tiny little South American house I was promised. Water, bananas, et al., but I still hate bananas.
We're having a Wes Anderson party, sometime soon, but not too soon.
On Thursday I'm going to "Threepenny Opera" with my Blount class. We decided to eat dinner beforehand, somewhere near the strip, so we picked the new Thai place. Only in my Blount class.
Sara bought fake snow from the mall and we're listening to Sufjan Steven's Songs for Christmas Volume 2. But we're watching The L Word, because we don't have A Christmas Story. Oh, the fake snow smells really bad, not at all like pine or cranberries or sugar plum visions.
I just want to go to that tiny little South American house I was promised. Water, bananas, et al., but I still hate bananas.
We're having a Wes Anderson party, sometime soon, but not too soon.
On Thursday I'm going to "Threepenny Opera" with my Blount class. We decided to eat dinner beforehand, somewhere near the strip, so we picked the new Thai place. Only in my Blount class.
Sara bought fake snow from the mall and we're listening to Sufjan Steven's Songs for Christmas Volume 2. But we're watching The L Word, because we don't have A Christmas Story. Oh, the fake snow smells really bad, not at all like pine or cranberries or sugar plum visions.