and you thought i was the stoopid!
its gettibng to cold for me to think of what the hell i am going to write here. so i just write without really thinking, without reading over it for fear of dragonfear.
man. i tell you about dragon fear though. it came about from this book i was reading. its when you come across a dragon, and you shit your pants cos you are sooooo scared. mad stuff.
I AM GOING ON A DATE!!! hahahaha
yep. how 1920s are dates.
i am the sailor. she is the mistress.
i wear my sailor outfit. she wears her boob tube.
i remember writing something about this girl once in one of my zines. i told her it was about her. she laughed. i laughed. then her doggy died. it was a sad event. but an event none the less. so i decided i wouldnt write about girls until the funeral. which happened to be the next day. so its all over now.
oh, the whole point of this thing is for europe. i can tell myself how much fun i am having, i can even lie, cos then, when, and if, i come back to read it, i will think i had the most bestest time ever, even if i didnt.
i love how i do this. its kinda stoopid, and not really the truth. but eh, its the truth after it happens, so it really doesnt matter too much!!!
today i get my photos taken!
ill look pretty.
tonight we go to newtown and laugh at drunk ppl.
soon i go to the markets (aka homebush), buy a travellers bag for my euro (tits) trip (i also like bristish tits, but since its europe as a whole, it has to be euro-tits), THEN, i might pop in on the WTO protests and see how they are going. it might be fun. it might not. eh. as loing as i see naked people lying on flags, then its worth it!!! hahaha
man. i tell you about dragon fear though. it came about from this book i was reading. its when you come across a dragon, and you shit your pants cos you are sooooo scared. mad stuff.
I AM GOING ON A DATE!!! hahahaha
yep. how 1920s are dates.
i am the sailor. she is the mistress.
i wear my sailor outfit. she wears her boob tube.
i remember writing something about this girl once in one of my zines. i told her it was about her. she laughed. i laughed. then her doggy died. it was a sad event. but an event none the less. so i decided i wouldnt write about girls until the funeral. which happened to be the next day. so its all over now.
oh, the whole point of this thing is for europe. i can tell myself how much fun i am having, i can even lie, cos then, when, and if, i come back to read it, i will think i had the most bestest time ever, even if i didnt.
i love how i do this. its kinda stoopid, and not really the truth. but eh, its the truth after it happens, so it really doesnt matter too much!!!
today i get my photos taken!
ill look pretty.
tonight we go to newtown and laugh at drunk ppl.
soon i go to the markets (aka homebush), buy a travellers bag for my euro (tits) trip (i also like bristish tits, but since its europe as a whole, it has to be euro-tits), THEN, i might pop in on the WTO protests and see how they are going. it might be fun. it might not. eh. as loing as i see naked people lying on flags, then its worth it!!! hahaha