Four o'clock in the afternoon ( Read more... )

Friday was a bit daunting, as I am the idiot girl. I am the idiot girl who is never on time. I am sorry dearest carpoolers.

I am failing spanish and was lectured by one Mr. Smoky Bayless, but in a kind, concerned way.

Hello class audit, I love you.

Much improvement, however, as the day went on. Why?

1. Mr Trotter and his cat video (also drawing ( Read more... )

Apparently women aren't supposed to swear, but isn't "soddy shit" simply divine? Yass? Yass? Yass, yass well that's the way it goes ( Read more... )

This internet thing's got a hold of me, and I find it hard to believe that I am being changed in a healthy, positive way ( Read more... )

sometimes i find myself saying ( Read more... )

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There's this darkness, this deep primordial desire for the night and its enchantments in everyone. It's a universal undercurrent in all youth especially, and I like to appease it and indulge in a bit of violence and vice every now and again. I think it's healthy; when it comes and goes. But when it spends night after night with you, coming more ( Read more... )

Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived, their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives,innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony ( Read more... )

the blood of a poet

tweedle dee and tweedle dum ( Read more... )