Tonight, I was doodling. And I found her murderer (which I am much thankful to. For murdering her, that is.) Her name is Spork. Shes that thing in my brain that makes me obsess over things. You know that empty corner in my mind? That's where she lives. She's also the little voice in my head that I talk to when I don't have very much contact with the outside world.
Now I sound insane to all of you. But at least I don't get lonely, hehe...
ANYWHO. I have a dentists appointment on monday. I'm very afraid. BEEN EATING LOTSA SUGAR. Which reminds me; I wanted to make koolaid yesterday, but I couldn't find the koolaid packs. So I walked over to superstore and bought some. Then my mom comes home and GUESS WHAT? We have a boat load of it hiding in the cabinet. darn.
AND NOW, SPORK WILL HAPPILY INTERUPT THIS NORMAL THOUGHT PATTERN WITH THIS CRAP:
When we went to Sunridge mall sometime during the exams, we went to Spencers, and I bought prettiful rainbow bracelets (which I wear everyday, and space out EVERYTIME I play with them
So a week later I returned with my weekly allowance. AND BOUGHT IT. But it only came in men's sizes, and the only sizes were medium, large and XL. I, obviously, got the medium. So I can only wear it to bed. But that's okay, because its super comfy and apparently gives me good dreams.
The end.
Be logical; join TEAM SPOCK










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And thanks! <3
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"Dumbledor was totally driving that taxi!"
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*Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt*
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"Dumbledor was totally driving that taxi!"
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*Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt*
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