Oh my Goooodddddd!
Worst sore throat ever.
Can't talk.
Can't eat.
Can't swallow.

Well hot damn.

I wish I had a sandwich.
A BLT would be nice.
We have the stuff to make them.
But can I eat one? No.

Urgh!!

Okay. I'm done whining now.

♥

So none of us remember Lady Lovely Locks, eh? Well, I guess that's her. And she plays with squirrels. Who have better hair than Barbie. Right.


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So apparently, I can slit my wrists and sparkles that shoot into bunnys will come out. And when I'm in rehab for a possible suicide, I'm going to tell them Erin made me do it. Hahaha.

Today has been crappy. Lots of sleeping. Too much. Eww. And now I'm talking to Matt Dorst and he's making me want a milkshake.

( A state without a Springfield. )

I don't feel like myself today. Damn shame, too, because it's gorgous outside. I went to bed alittle before 1 and woke up at 4 in the afternoon and I'm still exhausted. Rwar. Oh well, at least yesterday rocked. I went to the show around 8:30, hung out with Lizzie and Terry for a while and eventually got to see So Many Dynamos. ♥ ♥ ♥. I was kinda ( Read more... )

I love it ( Read more... )

Passed out on the overpass ( Read more... )

( A heart floats in the bay. )

I suppose I should tell you about my day ( Read more... )

I've never realized how much my friends got my back.

♥

PS- Call me.

I'm so fucking tired and I don't give a shit ( Read more... )