O nose...

I didn't really mean to, but it happened. I took too many helpers. I'll sleep o so happily tonight and into the morn. I wanna drop kick something. Something. something.

My pet Wish, the fish...

Just wanna oDdDddDDdDdddDDd from this so it can all end.
No good, no baD.
O Wish, my fiSh.
Not poor, because that's a choice.
I just wanna bang bang bang and lights out for the night.
No good, nO bad.
Good night, hells to the morrow.

I am so, so, so very happy.

I have every reason to be happy. I have absolutely everything to be happy about. Did I mention yesterday was a complete tripazoid. A complete trip, a, zoid. AHYAYAYA. And it was all done a la natural. My head starts to spin when I think about yesterday. Even the nauseousness from watching couples look on their iphones. I want to puke in my yellow bag all over again. Something is wrong.  But I'm too happy to care. Kiss me goodnight.

Bahjahlahmah

I don't know what I'm doing. It's a Winehouse type of day. But I'm having a blast.

Yes, sir. No, sir.

I spent the night eating pizza with my sister's friends and watching Ponyo. I thought I would have to sit outside in the cold when I found out we were watching Ponyo. It wasn't a bad movie. It made me want to be high. I loved the complexity of the movie. I loved the simple dialogue and the pizza with coke. Yum. Then I was stuck in a box for an hour going home. The radio was trash, and I felt like I was going nuts in the car. Getting gas late at night seems so dangerous. Tomorrow Panda's coming to see me. We're going into the city and getting lost. I'm so bad with directions. I love looking at maps. Building a mirage of confidence. We'll see if Panda is still friends with me after tomorrow. I know we'll still be friends. She's too lovely. Ponyo, out. SilVis. My poor stomach is still sick. I will kill it tomorrow so it may r.i.p.

In the car, I couldn't stop singing

it's like i'm pregnant right now, anything goes

i'm the most laziest person in the house, but it's because i set myself all these excuses and reasons. no mas. to the  new year i cheer.

by priscilla p

love, love, love

 

after i read the first paragraph of "the bell jar" by plath i thought to myself that the world would never know of my engenius writing skills. after getting to page four a part of me died knowing the creativity of writers like plath are appalling and that one should never compare oneself to anyone.