As my bandwith dwindles...

A 22 year old with wrinkles? It's more likely than you think.

Like I need to look any worse -_-;

Tomorrow I'm applying for a retail job at this quirky little place in the Valley; by day it's an adult bookstore, by night a hot bed of STDs and homoerotica. I'd be content sitting behind the counter drawing dicks and doing my best to make customers feel embarassed. ("Hahaha, you're buying THAT? OMG you fukkin' pervert, lolololol that's so gross", "Wow, you don't look like a man who likes the cock... so have you ever been fisted by a black man?")

Putting the "FUCK YOU, ASSBITCH" back in "Customer Service" (or at least the Latin derivitive).

The same colour as my doggy's weenie

I have a throbbing urge to wear baby pink and I don't know why.

eBay must be indoctrinating me with sweet lolita outfits >_< Nooooo, I is meeeeeeeeelting...!



*sniffles* I wish I had someone to cook fancy meals for. For whatever reason I find poisoning people with my own particular brand of foodstuffs to be immensly satisfying. I'd like to have people around who I could make cute little lunches for and big ass meals for when they come home. Stuff a pair of bull terriers and a father who lives off sausage rolls don't particuarly care about. It's not that I want to be more appreciated or anything... it'd just be nice to make that effort for someone and maybe even see them smile because of it, instead of not even caring if dinner gets made.

I know this whole freaking post sounds out of character. Godammit, I need tea. Tea cures all. Tea = best anti-depressant EVAR.