January 2010
Caught in the pit of doom.
last night was ridiculous. It all began with tamia and my imagining we were gaining weight just by watching Supersize Me before the show. My mum asked how I’d get inside our house tonight if I didn’t have my key and they were asleep so I suggested breaking in. She didn’t like that idea.
Jenna picked us up and we three and her father (who I think despises me because I kept...
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And now im off to paint the town! Ta ta!
“But I can’t fix this. I like girls. No, I like a girl. No. I love her. I love.....”
– Emily Fitch (via ohcardigan)
Angelica was shaking her hips like yeah.
Apparently what I missed today was Jose fighting the twins (AGAIN) but no victor was claimed. Franny played dirty and got him with a suprise attack, and arvin and alexandra had a scuffle with a dust pan.
Next week we might have another iron chef challenge-this time without the last challengers and hurt feelings.
I will cook and conquer!
mah poem for creative writing.
I yield to the hiss of a ghost-and limp limbs hooked toward what I desire most-
My nerves like dehydrated riverbeds- she saturates them till heavy as lead
but all is imagined, felt, still invisible-
the haunting inside me, and my body divisible-
the one must multiply, “exterminate a web,” my spirit sighs
in disbelief; to frustrate shuts up my grief. slowly lose, release. release.
Snuggletime.
Tonia: Sorry it’s a bit stuffy in here.
me: it’s not just stuffy, it’s humid. It’s like a tropical rainforest underneath the blankets.
Tonia: watch out for the tucans
me: my feet are sweating from your sweat-they’re getting a spa treatment down there. My feet are exfoliating.
Whats your favorite color
Me: Well I like all colors of the rainbow, but I don't like them all together in a rainbow.
Sophia: this is why you're bi.
Me: roflll
Who is that witty person? Oh yeah ;D
For the past HOUR there has been some strange
noise echoing from down my street. So far my best guesses are it is a cow, a constipated cow, a dying man, cameraguy (aka my indian stalker neighbor) or that thing in the background of that cocorosie song, which i think is also a cow. Bring it inside at least-it’s louder than my dog.
“Thanks honeybalognapossumharrypotterbutterbeerloveybunnysnuppulupagaspants.”
– text from sister. LOL
I am happy to throb with the same blood as he, the vessel of her desperate advances-of twin cells, of identical brain.
