Saturday, November 29, 2008
my. table. erupted.freaking vesuvius
evolved in my room and did a couple of stretches and belches AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN BEAR TO LOOK AT MY TABLE IT'S THAT MESSY. if you know me at all it takes a
lot. to convince me that something IS messy. i mean i indulge in organized messes. but this - this isn't a mess... it's like. a
mass. of stuff.
oh, girl, i cry cry ;_;aiish and my SOLID FUEL from obs a couple years back?
melted.oooozed.f~l~o~w~e~d.
traveled!went here, went there
LIKE WTH MAN WHAT IS MY TABLE HARBOURING!!!! weapons of self-destruction?!
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and my freaking!throat! I CAN'T BREATHE PROPERLY is that normal? oh well wth wth wth life succckkkssss HAHAHAHA i'm sounding like a dang emo kid man WELL WE ALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO EMO NOW AND THEN.
kk i can feel incoherency creeping over me i'm signing off before i say stuff that i shouldn't, like hmmmm how much yakult i have left in the fridge (cuz, you know, for the really intelligent ones, they could use this to blackmail/threaten me) or stuff like that xD
'night y'all!
You coloured my life @
9:03 PM