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So Im home. I have been since Tuesday.
I've had some very intense days between last last time i was home and now. One thing to another. 12 hour stints in the dark room. I feel very productive. I got everything done that needed to be, and the fashion show was fucking amazing. Apparently I like having people cheer and scream for me. And boy, did they. Tiffany can make one hell of a coat. That girl is gonna go places. I spat fire too. Rubbing alcohol tastes like shit, but it was worth it for the screaming. If I you dont know, I was in my friends portion of the school fashion show. She is doing the tarot cards in gothy costume form, and I was the Devil. Im not in to the tarot at all (even kind of) but damn it was fun. Then the next night me and my compatriots had a little room party to celebrate. Best party at school yet. We just sat around, sipped mixed drinks, and watched the boondock saints. It was like an oasis of fun in a desert of work. Good times.
And now Im home. It was a hassle getting out. I had to deal with the beaurocicy of my school concerning some forms, but those got done. And here I am. And I brought my computer. And I am reacquainting my self with
the joy of broadband. And wonderful people ect ect. The agenda? Meeting some people at Manray tonight, stuffin my face, MAYBE seeing friends later on turkey day, driving test, and Dita on Friday. Im gonna wear my fashion show costume. Oh yes.
But that hardly fills all my time now does it? I have some major time gaps to fill in. And while I COULD just fuck around online for hours on end Id rather see you. Yes. You. So Ill either be home or trekking around the hard streets of boston. Either way, my cell is 617.519.8053. Make some plans. Well chill.
Do it.
And photos:
The Moon:
Fate:
Final Judgment and Me.
(wow she's hot).
The High Priest and me:
Thug life, Bitch.
The Lovers:
LESBIAN MARRIAGE?!
I THINK NOT!
The Fool wants to be his alter boy.
A good shot of my and my bitches, just after the fire.
They are less slaves and more accessories.
A Fools dance with the Devil:
And lastly,
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!
Thats all. Thanks to Fenchurch for most of these pictures, and thanks to TheRedBaron for the rest.
So Im home. I have been since Tuesday.
I've had some very intense days between last last time i was home and now. One thing to another. 12 hour stints in the dark room. I feel very productive. I got everything done that needed to be, and the fashion show was fucking amazing. Apparently I like having people cheer and scream for me. And boy, did they. Tiffany can make one hell of a coat. That girl is gonna go places. I spat fire too. Rubbing alcohol tastes like shit, but it was worth it for the screaming. If I you dont know, I was in my friends portion of the school fashion show. She is doing the tarot cards in gothy costume form, and I was the Devil. Im not in to the tarot at all (even kind of) but damn it was fun. Then the next night me and my compatriots had a little room party to celebrate. Best party at school yet. We just sat around, sipped mixed drinks, and watched the boondock saints. It was like an oasis of fun in a desert of work. Good times.
And now Im home. It was a hassle getting out. I had to deal with the beaurocicy of my school concerning some forms, but those got done. And here I am. And I brought my computer. And I am reacquainting my self with
the joy of broadband. And wonderful people ect ect. The agenda? Meeting some people at Manray tonight, stuffin my face, MAYBE seeing friends later on turkey day, driving test, and Dita on Friday. Im gonna wear my fashion show costume. Oh yes.
But that hardly fills all my time now does it? I have some major time gaps to fill in. And while I COULD just fuck around online for hours on end Id rather see you. Yes. You. So Ill either be home or trekking around the hard streets of boston. Either way, my cell is 617.519.8053. Make some plans. Well chill.
Do it.
And photos:
The Moon:
Fate:
Final Judgment and Me.
(wow she's hot).
The High Priest and me:
Thug life, Bitch.
The Lovers:
LESBIAN MARRIAGE?!
I THINK NOT!
The Fool wants to be his alter boy.
A good shot of my and my bitches, just after the fire.
They are less slaves and more accessories.
A Fools dance with the Devil:
And lastly,
THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!
Thats all. Thanks to Fenchurch for most of these pictures, and thanks to TheRedBaron for the rest.
VIEW 7 of 7 COMMENTS
kwizzle:
Yeah, after I read a few back entries when I came home, I figured that out. D'oh!
fenchurch:
Lucky bastard. I want Carly to be my altar boy.