my name is forty-two, can you say that?
Journal Entry: Wed Dec 20, 2006, 1:22 PM
i think i'm going to take up sign language again and become a mute. (even though i'm always the first to laugh at any helen keller joke. it's pretty embarassing, actually...) why is it that i only remember all the dirty words, and "sea turtle"?
however, this re-connection with old faces is pretty nice. brittney felter is my husband. cassiopeia moler is my siamese twin. and marissa mack is my bastard child. sometimes i wish i were an elephant in thailand that paints using their own dung as a medium.
it recently came to me that my crazy ex-boss was a scientologist. and suddenly it all made sense.
i have a million other things to do. procrastination + perfectionism = me.
don't fucking touch me.
- Listening to: miranda july is my husband
- Watching: jesus camp
- Eating: babies
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