Rock crushes scissors and scissors fall apart.
I have so many tiny bruises all over me. And my kitten has the ability to find every single one of them...and proceed to step on it with her huge mass of fat(cute)ness.
Perhaps a heart, in the poetic sense of the word, needs to be acquired rather than expressed. Because I imagine a heart can only be acquired through, like, physical contact. That would definitely explain why I don't have one as of yet. Think of the last time (if ever) I gave you a hug. Chances are, it was horrible. I am known for giving horrible hugs. I give the most bland, emotionless, even hostile hugs around. So someone needs to love me or I fear that my hugs will forever be bad, and I will always be in this Tin-man-esque situation of mine.
This is the loudest thunder and the brightest lightning I've ever heard. It isn't even raining, really. It's just the extras of the storm that are huge.
Tell me, has your mother ever said something to the effect of, "That young man had such a fine ass!" I know that Courtney's mom says something about that Japanese man's "Come fuck me eyee," but it's always weird to hear your mother say something like that. By the way, it was in reference to the man that played Fiyero in the production of Wicked that we saw last Wednesday. He was not really a young man; probably in his twenties or thirties. So don't freak out and think my mom is a pedi or something because she is oh-so-not. I didn't think he was all that attractive. He looked like every other man with a moussed hair do that I've ever seen. Eh.
So I want to go shopping tomorrow. Sunshine thrift store is having a half off (of everything) sale tomorrow. Awesome. If you would like to go with me so I don't have to go with my mother, that would be fantastic. For one thing, given the option between what I want to do and sleeping, my mother always wants the latter more. For another thing, shopping with my mother is not really a happy experience. So save me. Save me. Save me. I can't face this life alone. (That's Queen, you fucktard. I wasn't going all poetic on your ass)
I get to go to Royal Oak on saturday. Yay for mediocre bakeries and overpriced vintage stores!
I want to snuggle with Bob Geldoff. He's so...wrinkly and...whiskery and...Irish. What else could a girl want? He was in The fucking Wall!