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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:21 am] |
Screw homecoming. I am not going, I don't care if the whole football team asks me. One mouthbreather jock asking me was enough. Leave me alone. I have a date for the dance, his name is Jim, and yes, Mum, I'm teasing when I say that.
School needs to end now. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|12:34 am] |
So, Internet, riddle me this:
Zombie viscera on canvas- is there any good way to remove it, or should I just deem the trench a lost cause? We're awfully attached to the coat, but I'm not walking around smelling like a morgue for the rest of the winter.
Also, to anyone I might have... inadvertently maimed somehow, while John was at the wheel, I'm sorry. Blighter's been real bored, lately, and I don't know how to stop it.
Which brings me to point the second: Boredom, and its possible cures. I'm not used to being the wallflower of the bunch. And I have a tendency to bribe new friends with large quantities of alcohol.
Take that how you will. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|04:04 pm] |
Okay, who do I complain to about this shit? Aren't there, like, child labor laws or something? |
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|04:25 pm] |
I was a priest for Halloween. Did I miss the fine print someplace? Did we all? I swear, I only dressed up for the occasion. But I actually believed that I was a member of the Catholic church, that I was truly ordained.. that I was a man of God. Got this holy stench on me, need to remove it That's okay for those who are called for that. It's destiny. Just.. not mine.
Butters? I have to say, yours was interesting too. Captain Chaos. I bet it was a really cool costume. I also think, and you can correct me if needed, but your Damien might have liked it too. Halloween is still my favorite holiday out of the year. We can hang out again sometime if you want.
Crowley, I now understand what you meant by irony. I hope that I wasn't.. too bad. I apologize if I were. But wow. Irony. I definitely see it. Now that I'm myself, I no longer feel compelled to preach, well I do, but it's my own version. It was sort of my fate back home, my job. So in a way, I guess it felt similar. Except I was serving the other side. Not as bad as I thought. But it's not me.
So! Now that we came through that mess. I need to have some fun. Some good, hot, exciting fun. And lots of it. Need to get back to my roots and basics. Good news, I recently got a waterbed put in one of my rooms. If anyone wants to come over and help me... break it in.. hehe.. the door is open. Girls or guys, whatever. Young and hot. Whether you're new, or even if we met before, it's open. I think that maybe if I get one visit a day, for about a week? Maybe that should do it, maybe it'll feel like I am my normal self again. |
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