I was just slightly aroused by a cyber-slap on the ass. That my friends, is wrong.
Just came back from Marley's B-Day party.
Cthulu. My house. 1. Do it.
I miss Joe. He's mah boi. And if neither of us find anyone within 15 years we're going to get an apartment in New York and sulk like they do on sitcoms. And occasionally Seamus will run in and yell "what the devil?"
Something very important happened today.
I have a life direction.
I will be...a costume designer. Yes, that is what I will do. I will go to college for this, and live this.
Man, it feels good to have a goddamn direction for once.
COSTUME DESIGNER!
It's important!
Kirie, if it's another bag of turds I will be very upset.
So that's the wrong way to eat a reeses.
*shoves it in eye* OW!

"Hey, watch me pull an inferior race out of my hat! Because that's where it belongs! My hat!"-Emily Quinn

Nipples.
I'm tired, I shouldn't be.
Actually yeah I probably should be.
Cranberry juice.
I need to work less. mm..creativity. Clean the room.
Teat.
I'm going to have a first on this blog. I'm going to type what I am actually thinking.
I just tried to do that, and it didn't work.
Fuck.
Let's try a constructive sentence with whatever else is running in my mind sorta sliding in and out.
So fuck i'm groundedsex I'm not allowedsex out of the house, butfuckteatnipplemotherfucker I'm allowed to have cthulu FUCK...
See? Look at all this horny garbage I must filter out in order to make it to the freaking public! Not fair I state!
*sigh* at least Dan agreed to give me some porn. I've really had enough of myself.
Why did I say breast so many f*ing times? I 'ent a lesbian, but I'm oft mistaken for one.
Cthulu sunday 1-7. Do it..
Unless your name is dave richards then you will stay the fuck away from my house.
douche.
Not obscene! It's french for shower I swear!
"Now I have to negotiate myself out of this paper bag"-Molly Rose

Rocky Horror was excellent, par usual.
I love Manor dormfolk. They kick ass. I showed up in Columbia garb after damn near shitting myself walking there. 8 miles, pitch black, major roads, under the impression that I was fucking lost and was going to die in fishnets and a wig. Anyway, Reggie still has my bra that he wore last night, but I'm always proud to have one of my bras filched by a flaming black homosexual. Nikki, Danielle, Colleen, Vitali, and Sean were the other dormfolk.
MOLLY RULES!
(every once in awhile you must pay homage to your best friend).
Vitali was uber cute. Sean was a southern pimp of sorts. He made me laugh my corset into near destruction.
I have to say something.
HATE ME!
I'm serious. I am a bitch. It just goes so easily unnoticed that it's scary.
Hi Emily and Alyssa.
The pictures rule.
The system is down.
I'm not sure if I'm capable of falling in love.
Welcome to random statements covered in junk statements to make them seem less important, may I take your order?
Sometimes I need a swift smack in the face, but nobody will deal it.
I'm too scary for these pants. Too scary for these pants. Man they don't have a chance.
Joes little sisters are amazingly cute and barely make me wish I was a trailer park nanny with two kids. I'd think differently if I didn't have to earn money and feed them.
I feel...thin.
and yet, theres this gut.
You ever feel like there's a brick floating in front of your chest?
Probably not. I just say 'you ever feel like' because 'theres a brick floating in front of my chest' makes people worry more.
But, Hakuna Matatta.
You know what else happens to me sometimes? Someone will have hugged me a lot or made out with me, their scent will remain on my shoulder, and then I keep smelling it and thinking they're behind me. It's sad because then you think they should be there when they are not and you get subconciously pissed.
I really hate that. It makes me feel so alone.

"Madam, I will chop off your head and shit down your neck"-Dr. Detriot.