Tom Wopat is in 42nd Street now. Must. See. Again!

Okay, so part of the box on my pointe shoes broke off, and I have nine-and-a-half toe nails. I still love 'em, though. *snuggles beloved Chacott Veronese* Anyone want to donate about seventy dollars?

*cough* Rivers Cuomo is over.

Sophie, dear, come over...

Your life has never been easy. You grew up in a home that wasn't the most loving or kind, and was perhaps downright abusive. You've always been just a little too different, not quite like the others. You often walk through crowds of people and feel like a foreigner in a strange land. When things get too hard for you, your instinct is to run: ( Read more... )

Thirteen days of strict veganism and I had to put whipped cream on a soy Frapucinno. I do not like caffiene's effects on me anymore. I'm shaking and spinning and I can't form a normal thought. I am wearing a sweater in July. Paired with my too-short pants and messy hair, I'm oh-so-fashionably emo. Ye olde opthamoligist says I need to get some ( Read more... )

Slide shows suck. I always look stranger in pictures than I would hope that I do 'in-the-flesh'. There was an extremely disturbing picture of Tie pulling me in the inflatable raft, as well as one of Taylor and me asleep... I was using her rump as a pillow. I'm sure Mr. Ken was throwing his usual gay slurs. Haha... we ordered a milk shake the other ( Read more... )

Last day of hell. Kyle decided that it would be okay for him to sleep the entire time, and Tie stayed within three feet of the snack table. *snort* His excuse? "Uh, but... But, hey! I'm Chinese! *shrug*" *nods affimatively ( Read more... )

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*cough* I feel like a twink. Heh,
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Hebrew National Hotdogs. Think about that one for a moment.

People don't understand that I don't function normally if I get less than fifteen hours of sleep the previous night/morning/afternoon. ^_^ Yes, I am fucked up, and I don't want to change ( Read more... )