I need to stop making plans to work on the pastiness of stomach and the tan lines on my back from my practice suit. I love overcast days where I can sit around and read. But then I plan to sit around and read outside with my bikini, and it's cloudy. And the days that I am otherwise occupied, it's sunny. There is some malignant force at work here.

I leave in two days ( Read more... )

When I can't sleep, I look at the stars.

Too bad the stars all covered in fog.

And that only the moon shows through.

Disillusionment, yes?

School is pointless. We should just be allowed to go to the movies everyday and see films about Irish transvestites ( Read more... )

I'm not doing fondue.

End of story.

I'm Logan's hero. Or was. Now I'm tied for that position with Katrina's stepdad. Damn you PJ ( Read more... )

I can't believe it's summer. I really can't ( Read more... )

The time has come where I attempt to balance xanga and lj again. However, not too many people comment on my xanga, so I doubt that this will be any different. And I'm too lazy to learn html, so layout will be automatic ( Read more... )

My God it's an update! My dog sits at my feet, trembling in fear of the wind. And I sit here, updating a livejournal I hate. Originally, this was only mine, but eventually, (damn. Adverbs) I switched fully over to xanga. Sweet.

Heard Brad say this the other day. Completely random, but highly amusing if you know Brad.

"And after a while, everything begins to taste a little like Carl."