Swing, swing, swing from the tangles of my heart. <3
I’m exhausted, my feet are freezing, and I think I’m going to go completely homicidal on my art teacher for bitching about the length of my skirt and how ‘sacrilegious’ it is to degrade the uniform by not wearing it down to my knees.
LAME. LAME. LAME.
Umm, hopefully you all had a better day than I did? =]
“I ripped a bong with some guy named Heather, played videogames, and then tried finding my way home…thinking I was a car. Like Herbie… only not fully loaded, but fully baked.”
^ Sorry, but that’s worthy of being on textsfromlastnight. Just sayin’.
ANYWAYS. I had twizzlers for dinner and now I feel sick :/
So, I’m going to watch A Knight’s Tale and catch some z’s, hopefully. If Mick decides to stop sexually harassing me. Unlikely.
