[9th & ash.]
Too many midol.
A dog was beaten by a trash can and the motorcycle ran away with blood running in the street. Then I sprouted wings.
That Butterfinger sitting on the air conditioning vent is totally mine.
Isn't that awful? Of all things, why did I have to think of THAT when I lay tripping on midol at 3 in the morning?!
I'm never doing drugs.
I did get to give Rachel Johnson a birthday call this morning, though. YEAH, RACHEL! Mrs. Jones TOTALLY has a birthday present for you. ;) Haha.
Ugh. So hungry.
Mmhmm.. It's not Tuesday night, but all the same..
posted by [arlene.] @ 17:14
6 comments
6 Raindrops:
oh arl.. oh arl.. don't do drugs.. choose hugs not drugs.. :):D ok. that has got to be the lamest thing.. ok.. nevermind what i said earlier.. heh..
oh but marj.. i LOOOOO de hugs..
looooo de hugs.. eh? hehe... eh... ok.. HUG!! heh.. take that.. :P
huh?
perhaps we are... ;)
2 years. It's not in a big hurry or anything.
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