A few thoughts for the day, though very scattered and tangential. Enjoy?
I love it when my earrings surpass my hair in length.
To Adrianne: I miss you every single day, no exaggeration. Posting on your facebook page weirds me out. That's why I don't do it. Sorry?
On that note, rest in peace, King of Pop. Wow. If you see Adrianne, tell her I love her.
I'd rather be funny than pretty. Good thing, or I'd be screwed.
The other night I had the worst possible combination of bad dreams. This involved: falling into a huge pile of dried dog poo in the middle of the desert, being given the shaft by a jerk-faced male, Satan/zombies + my family, and sobbing in a pasture of cows because they were going to be slaughtered.
Composing a song in your head is frustrating when you don't have the instruments to carry it out.
"Protest against the rising tide of conformity."
Columbine flowers are miraculously beautiful.
I will never be into Feist. You can't make me.
I will make Key Lime pie for the second time this week. I think I'm obsessed with it. Let me know if you want some.
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Thursday, June 25, 2009
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