My New Years resolution is to buy every Streetlight Manifesto album ever released.
I don't do resolutions though...
My friend said, "Now that you're an orphan we can finally have that house we always talked about."
He's referring to the "Misfits House," where we were all going to live.
With the replica tables from RENT and the sound-proof sex room....
Satan and I said we were going to put our inheritances together to buy a party house, while we were all getting stoned on the cliffs.
I don't have an inheritance now, because my mother is a moron.
Of course, I'm not really an orphan either.
I haven't talked to my biological father in seven years, haven't talked to my mother in several months.
Not that I particularly care, because I don't particularly like either of them.
I guess there's merits to living with a step-parent...
He's more like an over-protective friend or an older sibling; I wouldn't know, since I'm an only child.
I remember when Mister J would get pissed off because I would play Ska while we were getting high...
Ska would be fun to slow dance to.
This coming from a girl who used to waltz to European Symphonic Death Metal...
Mister J bought me a 1990 Cadillac Sedan Deville, it needs tires and a paint job.
It has a small engine miss too...
I feel like walking on the beach at 3am and getting midnight coffee.
I've decided that I'm just going to wear "thigh-high nylons" and dance through life.
Caring about shit is overrated.
"I want your girlfriend to be my girlfriend too."
*laugh*
This song...
I'm in a good mood and my cats are hyper.
I'll admit it, I have no idea what the Trout Dance actually is.
So I've been playing Diablo lately, everyone else hates it...
It reminds me of the RPGs I played when I was a kid.
The game is reminiscent of Baldur's Gate and Everquest.
So everyone can just fuck off with their opinions.
"Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one."
I've been thinking about buying a tabletop rpg, I saw one in Game Informer awhile ago.
I don't even know.
Um, this is another long post.
Ciao, darlings.
Smile, the voices in your head love you.
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