discolé monade

but, but, he has so much! there's another bag!

do it...and i'll eat the rest of your gobstoppers.

um... so how will you ...um. celebrate? like...the other 3 years? on the 28th? or the 1st of the next month? or...just every 4 years,

i just ate my boy's 'happy cola' gummies. i hope he doesn't notice.

this is grounds for a b&8 alone. i mean..my gawd. you've been here a week. you should know wher~ you know what? reported.

well, i'll be. i liked it. i mean...it was not hard to tell where this was going, but, the subtle clues were cool. all in all, for a short, 9/10. good directing. decent fx.

reported.

like...america's got talent? or, the bachelor? hahahaa. also...being a mod here doesn't exactly sound like a win.

i remember that one. prince vegeta wild ace i forget the name of the dude that turned me onto kings of leon. he was cool. wrote sci~fi. and...one person...damn if i can remember his name. was super sweet. had ferrets.

wait, are they looking for another mod? interesting.

eh. i wish. but stay~cation is over. pffft. as if...closest thing we'll get to one.

i barely remember that name.

not a damn thing. i'm a 'kept woman' -________-

like when you have to grade tests sent home as failing, and in fact, the kid got an 'a' and it happens so often that you just start saving them for your once a month visit, and the teacher has the nerve to say 'you should have brought this to my attention earlier' bitch...i been bringing them to you every week, just thought i'd save money on gas.

yeah. the other night, dude was flashing his deer light up into our yard, onto the porch, so i mosey'd on down there to ask wtaf was he doing, and spotted the light right in my face, he had a rifle, i asked again wtaf was he doing, he asked 'who the fuck are you?' i replied with same 'well, who in the fuck are you? get that damn light out of my face and stop spotting in our yard' he told me to fuck off or else *basically* so, i asked 'what, are you gonna' do, shoot me?' we kindly exchanged fuck you's, and i came on back up the hill. the next day was the golf cart incident. these people have been nothing but trouble since they moved up here. i mean...who the hell, buys a house, on what was once all family land, surrounded by family?

it sucks that dude is out in colorado now. i really wanted my 'meat tags' done by him. like, i want them on my rib cage. like a have a gaping wound and the tags are hanging on my ribs. i also want a tree of life sort of thing, with the kids initials and d.o.b.s eh...probably never happen though.

also...i always thought twisted sister was a parody group. like...really didn't take themselves seriously, at all. now ratt....that was some bottom tier heavy metal.

i applaud his taking on the mom's and rating music.

we are some twisted sisters....the lot of us.

staaaahhhp.

i had no idea about any of this....been off the interwebs for a few days. but that pennywise thing...had me chuckling.

this place gets weird.

hahaha. ok now.

how about some good vibes? headed your way. ?