| dos. should have turned around and left before the sun came up again |
[01 Dec 2009|01:18am] |
I can't decide what the highlight of my yesterday was; being disowned or watching Grease. I mean, skintight outfits, four part harmonies and stereotypical women with prominent sexuality, or the entire upshift of my life? How ever will I survive without freshly ironed towels or sixty two pair of shoes? My feet feel so naked. I could always beg banana peels off some kind stranger and sew them together to cobble some sort of footwear! But what will I do with my hair?! I wonder if I could sell it. Do people buy hair? I could probably handle going bald. Save some galleons on shampoo. Then again, I'll never land a mild to moderately well off husband without any hair. I'm just going to have to take Rizzo's advice and say there are worst things I could do. Maybe I should sleep with a man or two?
Now, I'm going to search for food in the garbage can and fight raccoons for scrap meat.
So how was your day?
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| uno. dirty boots and a steel frame will make it easy for the devil to stay on the rein |
[26 Nov 2009|11:53pm] |
Hope everyone's having a wonderful holiday.
Lynne, it's time to kidnap me. Ask for a ransom, too.
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[21 Nov 2009|06:19pm] |
she tastes like cigarettes and alcohol, up all night on aderoll; innocent
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