oh, i'm shit. my script is shit. all is shit ( Read more... )

well, i'm not going to sleep until i finish this
(and i get the copious amounts of caffeine and sugar contained in fantastic cake out of my system)

it's a little cold.
i have far too much work to do.
(and some vicious, whispering voice
keeps saying
you have no choice)

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highlights package;

i had a fantastic birthday.
i had yummy chocolate cake, many snoogles, sparkling, dates, and salsa.
i was chased by giant killer black swans. no, really.
i was played my very very own song.
i was held and held and held.
it didn't rain on me once.

( i don't take good pictures cause i have the kind of beauty that moves )

"Time: 8:43 pm. people are not understanding..."i am not going to stoop as low as you ( Read more... )

i am eating dark & white chocolate birthday cake in my pink horsie peter alexander pj's.
(she was hungry, so hungy)

it's my barfday! yay!

on the 8th of june two-thousand-and-two, i went to a friend's eighteenth and got drunk ( Read more... )

still awake.
not good.