swingkitten

So there's a picture of the party on Friday. Note the bad posture and cute drunken girl on my right leg. This normally means I am drunk. Note also that while the red arrow was not really there, I would not have been surprised if it were.

"If I can write haiku while skinheads are beating me with soap, I can concentrate anytime."




Damn right.

I'm a little hungover. Odd.

Nice meeting you guys last night.

GREAT soy taste!


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SHIT! It *IS* good.

Anyway, school's tiring. I hate dialup. My boyfriend isn't in love with me anymore, and vice versa. That ought to make it easier to end things, but that's not seeming to be the case.

Oh well. I'll just sit here and drink soy milkshakes until I stop being such a pansy.

Not much to say except....

"I want to be your knight in flabby armor".
How sexy is that?!

Ozark's the same, for those of you who're wondering. She looks rather retarded now. Literally. I'm not just throwing the term around like a lot of you fuckers do,

Other news:
Had bitchin' pad thai tonight, went and saw "Adaptations" and laughed my ass off.
O! Mr. Cage! Show us your orgasm face again!
It was fun. What with the crazy Streep and the alligators...
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You guys have been seeing my admittedly decent ass and titties all over my journal for the past few days, if you've been checking.
New picture now.

Entitled: "Here, a Reality Check"

Every time I think of you.....

*dances around*

Decided to go out. My friend Aarin tracked me down at the place where I was, bored out of my teeth.
She dragged me home with her and we played drunken dot-com monopoly until 4am. Rawk. Heh.

Here's the options...

I can stay home and play Legacy of Kain all right,
or I can go hang out with people in a lame setting, simply because I really need to get out of the fookin' house.