oh honestly!i just spent a bit of a bloody while updating my journal...not yonks or anything....by the way if you dont know smack the pony, then you won't find that last comment the slightest slither of interesting...
anyway it was all about the boner sensations of sitting on johnny rotten's lap...i can't be bothered to go into the anicdote greatness of the story...you'll have to think up your own..stuff...i'll just post the pics as a sort of whats the story morning glory thing at the end of this entry..
i have this annoying habit of throwing hissy fits whenever simple things go wrong(-i"f all the big stuff goes wrong cant the little stuff go right?!") at the moment so please excuse the mood...its quite sad really seeing as i dont journal slut too often..but if you could hear the slamming of my grubby fingertips on the keyboard you'd understand...smile and probably look away....
i have cocoa powder on my lips and am listening to there goes the fear by the doves and now im smiling again and if i were in a film the sun would come out right now-perhaps it has...i dont know im sitting at the back of a murky student internet cafe...
i hate students...i assume only because i cant be one..
but come on lets all generalise now...we know we love to..most of them are stinkin hippies..
singing here comes the sun in the pouring rain...it wasnt even pouring but the way humans shit their pants whenever the sky so much as sneezes would lead you to believe the very ocean had slopped on their heads...at the traffic lights all dressed in black doesnt seem to get a lot of smiles around here..only please dont harm my handbag glances...but you know i love it...this life...grrrr its so sassy so fiesty so im so angry and happy and wet outside and inside...down there...i want to fuck...rip each others limbs apart...
pics stolen from
allcatsaregrey
listen to my heart is an apple by arcade fire....
anyway it was all about the boner sensations of sitting on johnny rotten's lap...i can't be bothered to go into the anicdote greatness of the story...you'll have to think up your own..stuff...i'll just post the pics as a sort of whats the story morning glory thing at the end of this entry..
i have this annoying habit of throwing hissy fits whenever simple things go wrong(-i"f all the big stuff goes wrong cant the little stuff go right?!") at the moment so please excuse the mood...its quite sad really seeing as i dont journal slut too often..but if you could hear the slamming of my grubby fingertips on the keyboard you'd understand...smile and probably look away....
i have cocoa powder on my lips and am listening to there goes the fear by the doves and now im smiling again and if i were in a film the sun would come out right now-perhaps it has...i dont know im sitting at the back of a murky student internet cafe...
i hate students...i assume only because i cant be one..
but come on lets all generalise now...we know we love to..most of them are stinkin hippies..
singing here comes the sun in the pouring rain...it wasnt even pouring but the way humans shit their pants whenever the sky so much as sneezes would lead you to believe the very ocean had slopped on their heads...at the traffic lights all dressed in black doesnt seem to get a lot of smiles around here..only please dont harm my handbag glances...but you know i love it...this life...grrrr its so sassy so fiesty so im so angry and happy and wet outside and inside...down there...i want to fuck...rip each others limbs apart...
pics stolen from
allcatsaregrey
listen to my heart is an apple by arcade fire....
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hope, youre fine. if not, call me!!
im gonna be a lot in gladbach this week. my uncle died and ill go to the funeral.
but i hope ill manage to drink these fantastic pineapple-vodka-sekt cocktails with you, this week.
love you so much, my sweet hase. take care.
and thanx for that sweet kitten pic! that cheered me up soooo.. much.
forever yours, the pink and fluffy ber mama.