| xanga was fun. i think i'll come back. |
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| I sleep...in this room...in the dark. I have a place I can sleep. I have a chair. That's just beautiful. Oh, yeah. I like the desert. It's hot there in the desert, but it's clean. It's clean. I need to sleep. I should drink something first. I should drink something first. Wait a minute. What if that milk is sour? That milk is bad. I shouldn't pick up the bottle of milk with my right hand. And I shouldn't take the top off with my left hand...put it in my pocket. My left pocket. |
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| or lack there of. see, each year i care less and less about the 'first day of school outfit.' me mum used to push me quite a bit on that front, went to town buying fiendish blouses that i later burned in a blazing inferno of blouse hatred. also with the makeup, yes, i was impressed upon to wear enough makeup until i was indistinguishable from a brooklyn hooker. and believe me, they wear A LOT of makeup. i know from experience.
anyway, now that i live with me dad who couldn't give a rats ass what i use to clothe my body as long as there is no ample amount of cleavage showing. which is not a problem, considering my breasts are small, tiny, and insignificant. much like an emo kid. but enough about my chest.
so now that i'm free to wear all my comfortable and supremely unattractive clothing, i think thats exactly what i'll do. and makeup?
cats like me don't wear makeup. we're naturally gorgeous, in that blemish-y dark under eye circle kind of way.
quite frankly i'd rather go naked, but since it's not mentioned in the rule book i assume they just expect people to be clothed. though i'm seriously considering testing that theory. |
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| ALL MY NIGGAS IS GONE TO COLLEGE! fuck a bitch. |
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| adopting asians is so in right now. more in than ipods. im gonna get me a cambodian, those are like, SUPER hard to find unless you have hookups. but i got connections. |
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