jesus christ, it's a lion! get in the car
First: Posting this because I have to.
"Free stuff for those who actually read my entries.
For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge - I will send you something groovy.
It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash of fabulousity, it might be a mix CD - or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome.
Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less. (I will need your snail mail if you're not local).
The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR live journal - cause its [sic] fun to give people stuff."
(I replied to someone else's.)
Also:
I have one of those painful things lurking on my forehead that will eventually turn into a zit.
My cat may or may not have fleas.
I'm really super poor.
I'm also extremely tired, but can't go to bed until I make a rough draft for English. I think I might just tell my teacher to munch on my carpet (or, I guess, bare concrete floor--rimshot) and not do it, because I'm really ridiculously tired.
Today my dance class was hijacked by a crazy Spanish lady who taught us salsa dancing. I say "hijacked" because the real teacher was nowhere to be found, and my guess is that she was tied up in a closet somewhere.
I had a really weird dream last night involving Orlando, lots of cocaine, my ex-boyfriend, a missing cell phone, this guy I knew in fifth grade (who, in the dream, not only was in love with my stepsister, but also still had his braces), and my (immensely angry) mother. I have successfully analyzed said dream as contrasting my current lifestyle with my past one (monogamous relationship and relative sobriety vs. some crazy fucking shit) and expressing the difficulties I've had in making the transition between the two.
Yeah, I guess that's all.
Peace, hoes, and much love.
"Free stuff for those who actually read my entries.
For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge - I will send you something groovy.
It might be something I've made, or something cool from my hidden stash of fabulousity, it might be a mix CD - or a rubber duck, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome.
Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less. (I will need your snail mail if you're not local).
The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR live journal - cause its [sic] fun to give people stuff."
(I replied to someone else's.)
Also:
I have one of those painful things lurking on my forehead that will eventually turn into a zit.
My cat may or may not have fleas.
I'm really super poor.
I'm also extremely tired, but can't go to bed until I make a rough draft for English. I think I might just tell my teacher to munch on my carpet (or, I guess, bare concrete floor--rimshot) and not do it, because I'm really ridiculously tired.
Today my dance class was hijacked by a crazy Spanish lady who taught us salsa dancing. I say "hijacked" because the real teacher was nowhere to be found, and my guess is that she was tied up in a closet somewhere.
I had a really weird dream last night involving Orlando, lots of cocaine, my ex-boyfriend, a missing cell phone, this guy I knew in fifth grade (who, in the dream, not only was in love with my stepsister, but also still had his braces), and my (immensely angry) mother. I have successfully analyzed said dream as contrasting my current lifestyle with my past one (monogamous relationship and relative sobriety vs. some crazy fucking shit) and expressing the difficulties I've had in making the transition between the two.
Yeah, I guess that's all.
Peace, hoes, and much love.