Liz had a pet moth the entire day of school. It just sat on her hand...all day. She named him/her Billy.
Guy: "So what are you gonna do with it? Gonna put it in something with some grass?"
Liz: "No. I want it to be by-itself. I don't want it talking to the grass."
Guy: "Well, what are you gonna do when it dies?"
Liz: "I don't know. I just don't want it talking to the grass."
Tonight was crazy. I went shopping, eating, joy riding, and almost got arrested, with my best-friend-sister-secret-lesbian-lover-not-really-but-greatest-person-inhaling-and-exhaling-oxygen-carbon-dioxide, Liz, and/or Lizard.
Oh and I have the hiccups. ._.
Guy: "So what are you gonna do with it? Gonna put it in something with some grass?"
Liz: "No. I want it to be by-itself. I don't want it talking to the grass."
Guy: "Well, what are you gonna do when it dies?"
Liz: "I don't know. I just don't want it talking to the grass."
Tonight was crazy. I went shopping, eating, joy riding, and almost got arrested, with my best-friend-sister-secret-lesbian-lover-not-really-but-greatest-person-inhaling-and-exhaling-oxygen-carbon-dioxide, Liz, and/or Lizard.
Oh and I have the hiccups. ._.
itburns:
Still got the hiccups?