Sunday, July 12, 2009
I must post.
I will post.
I am posting.
I have posted.
As such, I have to ask for permission, I expect, to relax in Math Class.
I thought I liked Trig.
I was wrong.
As I was about many things.
This sounds melancholy, or it's starting to.
Yay.
My eyes hurt after her forced eye exercise on us.
Damn, but they do.
Argh.
I've gotten myself hooked to House of Night.
Which is, well, horrid.
Contrary to Jupiter's opinion, I rather like Mirander Cheever.
I mean, she punched the guy!
Of course I like the butler even more.
I like all butlers, because, they all seem to be very good for punching people.
I like Malcolm better because, of course, he goes 'Maw'. What better thing could you ask for? Except for a zombie, of course.
Not to say stir-fried zombies aren't nice but...
Back to the point(which I have no clue of) I think wardrobes are cool.
They declare war on you.
The day is not yet ended but your life soon will.
Aided by me.
And my cactus.
Thanks again. Jacqueline. Love the cactus.
You're right.
No more toenails.
Good day.
Cheeseberry.
10:40 PM
