How coldly you treat your Romeo

May 13, 2004 21:26

I feel ill. And I wrote a poem. And Estevahn Cadena is my manwhore now. Yay for wonderful dark-pale skin and Greecian curls.

We are learning mythology in English, and the teacher is an idiot. She is awkward and nervous because of foreign deities, and the beautiful names, Mnemosyne, Persephone, she turns into horrible syllables. It makes me angry ( Read more... )

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awkwardduckling May 13 2004, 19:49:11 UTC
driving home from school monday i thought i would maybe like to call you that night, but then i got caught up with all the unpacking until far too late. last night i dreamed that i had called you but you weren't home and your parents started asking me all these questions and wouldn't let me go and it kinda sucked. but then i knew it was a dream because i was willingly cutting off the hair of one of my sailor moon dolls. the horror!
so yeah, maybe i'll talk to you someday soon? and it'll be lovely=)

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popxthosexpills May 13 2004, 19:53:54 UTC
I have to write a song about the woman child who lives in Louisiana, with lavender bangs, and only knows about 54 parishes in her state.

Don't bother calling, as I'm not at home. But we can keep in touch this way. I love you so very much, Caity. So, so, SO much.

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