Monday, March 08, 2004
Today I continuously wrote my name on a piece of paper during lunch time. I was hoping I would find myself among the jumbled letters. But I was no where to be found between the liz and beth, or the h and ill. Not even between the A and sh.
Piece the letters together, and you could stalk me.
"Why am I talking to you about magic bosoms and llamas... I think I've finally gone mental...
I blame you..."
I corrupt people, and this pleases me.
I also fled from a friend today at lunch, as a result of my extreme shakiness and the butterflies in my stomach. I was afraid to open my mouth just incase they escaped. The butterflies, that is. They tend to cause havoc when they are on the loose. They commit suicide into people's eyes like dancing suicide bombers, or fly up their pant legs, preferably the left one. This causes the victim to do a funny jig. So beware and tuck your pants into your socks when I begin to open my mouth.
So, you know that place, where I go to bang on the sleek black and white keys? It's been cancelled. I thank that awful bug that has been going around for this particular cancellation. Though I do hope Jane returns back to normal health in due time. The piano and I are on bad terms at the moment. I'd travel back in time to the 1800's, just so I can assassinate Franz Schubert. Care to join me? It shall be a hell of a time!
Piece the letters together, and you could stalk me.
"Why am I talking to you about magic bosoms and llamas... I think I've finally gone mental...
I blame you..."
I corrupt people, and this pleases me.
I also fled from a friend today at lunch, as a result of my extreme shakiness and the butterflies in my stomach. I was afraid to open my mouth just incase they escaped. The butterflies, that is. They tend to cause havoc when they are on the loose. They commit suicide into people's eyes like dancing suicide bombers, or fly up their pant legs, preferably the left one. This causes the victim to do a funny jig. So beware and tuck your pants into your socks when I begin to open my mouth.
So, you know that place, where I go to bang on the sleek black and white keys? It's been cancelled. I thank that awful bug that has been going around for this particular cancellation. Though I do hope Jane returns back to normal health in due time. The piano and I are on bad terms at the moment. I'd travel back in time to the 1800's, just so I can assassinate Franz Schubert. Care to join me? It shall be a hell of a time!
