She has died.

She's moved.
She's moved.
She's moved.
She's moved.
She's moved.
She's moved.
She's moved.

(Add me children and I'll {probably} add you back...)

MMM!

This haircut...I feel like...wow. Everything may just be coming up Milhouse after all...? I don't want to jinx it, though.

Earlier I put on "In Between Days" (the best bouncing around song ever, for serious.) and bopped about while cooking some tater tots that ended up hash brown-esque. I feel so cute and different, a new Slouise. Maybe I'll ( Read more... )

I have a bad habit of telling people things they don't care about.

(It's not a wig I promise...)


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I have smoker's cough and I can't even smoke ( Read more... )

( whenever i'm alone with you... )

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slouise: ...time for me to play 50s sitcom parent! how was your day, sport ( Read more... )

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Oh dear. Being Eve is such a stupid show, but it's so cute. *pinches Eve's cheeks*

Lately I have been trying to feel real; lying in my underwear on my bedroom floor, painting and doodling on everything, curling up in a slip and watching Cure videos, wondering what it would be like to wear nothing but my Robert Smith penant...

( ...And more retail therapy! )