I love our dorm laundry room. It has a cool concrete floor, and overpriced vending machines and it smells like clean sheets ( Read more... )

 Ode to Lindsey M

(with no apologies to anyone)
(especially you, Lindsey)
(Or people who think that poetry requires some sort of rhyming sequence)
(Or any rhythm at all)

I know a girl called Lindsey
I sometimes call her Mimsy
Which is a rude word across the pond
Which only makes it better

I know a girl called Lindsey
She dances up a frenzy
She's sexier than ( Read more... )

It is cold ( Read more... )

 I am so sick of the glassy eyed youth these days ( Read more... )

Well my online pixies, it's been too long.
I'm sorry to anyone who might suspect I am dead. I am not, nor should I have given you that impression.
We're in the dorm kitchen. Lindsey is making a cake, I am typing merrily away and reading about Aqua on Wikipedia. Aparantly the lead singer was not only sleeping with Soren, but also Rene, hence the band' ( Read more... )

Is it wrong that I'm walking backwards, looking straight at you, and thanking Heaven I'm not you ( Read more... )

Love ( Read more... )

Things I don't like very much right at this very second

Rotton tastebuds
Paranoia
When my ass sticks to a chair
When I hug somebody and some of my makeup comes off on their clothes

Things I actually like a great deal

Rain
Green tea
Dry roasted peanuts
Cristiana's gag glasses

Everyone but me is recovering from the tequila fiesta that occured last night between the hours of 10pm and Lord knows what ( Read more... )

What did you do on Friday night ( Read more... )