if only every summer day were like this one.

i should not have gone to the kwizardbowl banquet.

i will try my damnedest to be sick tomorrow. shut your bitch-hole, i need this.

there are fruit flies in my bathroom, drink, and glasses.

universe that made the lion and the lamb
you decreed i should be what i am
would it ruin some vast eternal plan
if i were allowed to relax after school is

shit, i guess i'd better call this Bad Sleep Kirksville Day.
i was up and out and over and on and around the bed all night, and apparently i'm not alone.
weird.

this is what i call a bad mood ( Read more... )

i
just
keep
falling
asleep.

you want to know something odd?
the songs that move me most are the songs i don't like much. the kind of music i'm almost embarassed to admit i listen to, because it isn't very good. maybe it's the sappy, melodramatic words, and the dumb violins...
i don't know.
i'm not sure.

it's a wonderful day to be someplace else.

blueberry-cran muffin, anyone?

how about a stud muffin?
i have one of those, too.

oh, sorry. offer reneged.

breakfast today was truly temperate. cold pizza, warm coke, and my little cousin's m and m's.

do you ever feel cheated because the moon doesn't shine all night?

i've been stuck in the house all day with the most hostile cat in the universe.

i'm writing a letter. who will recieve it? watch your mailboxes and see.

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does anyone hereabouts want to go to columbia with me?
tomorrow?
at 8:30 am?

much love from your short-notice fairy.