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Look! First, I must don the velvet purple hat and gold medallions and pimp. She kicks more ass than a donkey. Go read her diary. She loves John Waters and knows why it would be a bad idea for Peter Jackson to win an Oscar. Plus, she's a damn good writer. Ahem. For the first time since the birth of this journal, I have edited an entry.The one before this was totally boycentric and kinda pathetic. I have decided that I don't want to waste space by rambling about old flames and stupid questions. So, I apologize. This kinda small entry was once a meaty voyage into the fuckedupness caused by hormones. But I can't subject any of you to that. It's sad. And embarassing. And kinda boring.Christ, I'm not in a writing mode tonight and it shows.Forever 23, my ass - 01.25.06 P-Nutz - 01.20.06 My nose hurts - 01.16.06 And really bad eggs - 01.13.06 I ain't no Alex Trebek - 01.11.06 � |
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