Apr 30, 2007 21:07
So yeah.
I wanna write a found poem wicked bad.
One from all Against Me! lyrics or something.
One day, I'm going to make a bra completely out of duct tape.
It will be obnoxiously colored.
"Why? it's not like anyone will see it."
Oh no.
Everyone will see it.
I'll make sure of that.
I want to go to France in 16 months, everyone.
I need to make pretty much $4000 to go though.
And the I need spending money.
I have to make something like ten dollars a day.
I don't even have a job yet.
If you want to donate to my France trip, feel free.
S'il vous plait.
I also want to make a soap box car.
And ride it down some giant hill.
And build a tree house.
And hold secret meetings in it.
No boys allowed, though.
Finny.
Gene.
I can't decide.
I think that for homecoming next year, I'll make a duuct tape dress.
It might be really hard to dance in.
At least it won't get ripped.
But I'll be wicked hot.
I mean temperature.
Fuck it.
I'll do that for halloween this year.
Fucking amazing.
Next guy I date has to smell the right way.
Not like ax or whatever.
Or sweat.
But like a boy.
Just throwing it out there.
I'm downloading Jekyll and Hyde, guys.
I'm wicked excited.
I wish I could listen to it right now.