Feb 06, 2006 04:39
I drew a picture of a pirate ship in 1996.
It was a desicion.
Lorax Profiles:
The Baloon dog was being twisted and mauled by it's master, carefully constructing it's boyent shape and style. Blue. Unlikely in honest life. Fresh air on the inside of the baloon, from lifeguard lungs. His blonde curls hung down near his eyes that focused on his lap. Big blue eyes with dark eyebrows. He sweeps his dirt out of his room with a broom, next to mine. He says to keep it down at 3am because he has to watch the pool in 3 hours. I believe him.
I said she seemed nice. Mike said he agreed, but he had a class with her, photography 2, and she just tried really hard to be cool, thus making her seem empty and uncool. She is nice. I am not going to withdrawl my offer of friendship to her.
He has had pink in his hair for 7 years. He has 15 days of music in his computer, most of which is really good. We played music in the basement the other day, I played drums and he played gutar and we switched sometimes. He washed all the clothes that he owns all at once. Friends with a good friend of mine's room mates.
She smiled and gave me fungus tea she made. Healthy and euphoric. An observer most of the time.
He thinks he's hot but he's not. Labeled a creep. Tough guy, flipped up collar, literally.
Know when to stop.
Stop.