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( cruel&unusual punishment )

My mother sure knows how to make it all better. She doesn't kiss it, she sends me gluesticks. Gawd, I love that woman. Somehow those gluesticks made the whole weekend better. Thank you, Mommy. ♥

In parties of Polaroid people, I really need to learn to keep my head on straight.

P.S. I need you tomorrow.

Your Birthdate: March 17

Your birth on the 17th day of the month suggests that you are very lucky financially, because this date indicates a solid business sense ( Read more... )

In my peace class, for the past few weeks, we have been working on forming visions for ourselves in the future. I know that a lot of what I say has little meaning, and holds little weight in the real world, but this really had an impact on me. I know that to some of you, I truly come off as a self-serving, bipolar bitch of a person that can never ( Read more... )

Video on the right is funny.
(Not suitable for work, school, parental viewage, small rodents with only three legs, or carrots.)
Santa sorta reminds me of...someone. Hah.

( A random, silly picture. )

Huh. Today might actually (!!!) be a good day. Cross your fingers, kids.
(Chris, you're right, he definitely does look like a dirty Mexican.*)

&ohemgee.
I had bark chipples in my pants and in my hair and in my everywhere from climbing that tree last night. Awesome sauce, man!

*This is not to say all Mexicans are "dirty." I realize this. ( Read more... )

I'd really like to kill you for this, but you're already gone.

(So, I'll put on my high heels and wear the sexy earrings you liked and shine from every direction. My only hope is that it blinds you and then you might learn to see.)

Al told me yesterday I should look into transferring to MIAD.
I hear part of the admission requirements there is to receive an injection of pretentiousness.
I already got my elitist bitch shot, does that count?