Tuesday, March 24, 2009 / current mood: sullied and unusual
When I was a younger girl I was on some sort of retreat in the snow and I loved Bobby McHottie because he was a hottie and he sang in a band and had a chick hair cut and–let’s move on. So I loved Bobby and then the bastard started to make out with my bestest friend Amy Winehouse even when she looked her worst and all cracky.
So I drove off and went to the house we were staying at and there was a nun there who may or may not have been AmyWinehouse’s mom who would only send telegrams. Not because she was all virtuous and nun-like and swearing off modern technology because she had a flat screen and and iPhone, but because she was cheap.
So then I decided to not care that Bobby and Amy are making out and Amy and I go back to our room where I proceed to tell her that my brain is mush. Even though there was no crack smoking for me. Just for her. She did start to look better after she made out with McHottie, but not much. Because standing next to him, any girl would look bad. He is a very pretty boy. A very very pretty boy.
Ummm, yeah. Dreams are weird like that.
When I was a younger girl I was on some sort of retreat in the snow and I loved Bobby McHottie because he was a hottie and he sang in a band and had a chick hair cut and–let’s move on. So I loved Bobby and then the bastard started to make out with my bestest friend Amy Winehouse even when she looked her worst and all cracky.
So I drove off and went to the house we were staying at and there was a nun there who may or may not have been AmyWinehouse’s mom who would only send telegrams. Not because she was all virtuous and nun-like and swearing off modern technology because she had a flat screen and and iPhone, but because she was cheap.
So then I decided to not care that Bobby and Amy are making out and Amy and I go back to our room where I proceed to tell her that my brain is mush. Even though there was no crack smoking for me. Just for her. She did start to look better after she made out with McHottie, but not much. Because standing next to him, any girl would look bad. He is a very pretty boy. A very very pretty boy.
Ummm, yeah. Dreams are weird like that.
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