School starts tomorrow

The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place
In the belly of the beast that is Californ-i-a,
I drank from a faucet and I kept my receipts
For when the weigh me on my way out
(Here nothing is free).
The greyhounds keep coming
Dumping locusts into the street
Until the gutters overflow
And Los Angeles thinks,
"I might explode someday soon."

All is well, biatches. I will never again attempt to drive on icy streets. So, yeah, fuck work tomorrow. Not gonna go. And I know no one else will either. Damn it. I've decided that I really like Interpol. What do I want for Christmas?

Manicure, Hooters, cheesecake

Once Again, I say, Effing A.
Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Hoo-fucking-ray. If I don't bank tomorrow, I'm kicking someone's ass. :D

My apartment flooded. Hoorah...

After working 12 hours and making 120 dollars, I have only one thing to say....

FUCK GRAVITY.

I like bubble tea.

I'm sitting here, looking at Beads the Ostrich, and it occurs to me, she has a very fine fuzz covering her body, much as a peach does. :D ( Read more... )

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Shoot myself in the head.