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I had a blue dream about a blue star and I drove there in my blue car and when I got there I met a blue dog. Look at me! Totally with the updating to the max. I have enough of a life to fill up two journals.Yes, I do. Today, today. Today I grossed Little Miss Louis-Vuitton-carrying(yeah, I had to look up the spelling for that, what of it?)Katie out by suggesting that her "sweet cake-flavored Jessica Simpson-brand plumping lipgloss" could be used by certain somebodies--somebodies that she WON'T STOP talking about--to plump...other parts. "EEEEEWWWWW HALEY! You're so gross, omigosh! I don't even think about that!" "Yeah, Katie. You just talked about the shirtless for twenty-seven minutes. I'm sure you think about the pantsless too!" "EEEEEEW NO I DON'T!!!!" She is the most amusing person in the world to mess with. I have a husband for Nutcracker, I think. Finally! A man worthy of fathering my fake children. And he is my favorite and most fashionable senior boy, Brian! Seriously. His hair? So much cuter than mine. I write blue songs with my blue pen and sing blue notes to my blue friends. Wow. Um, I think this song was already written. In the 90s. By that Eiffel group. Yeah. 2004-10-25 @ 10:28 p.m. |