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did anyone happen to take a look at frank today? he's all green. it's very cute.
yes, a very cute goat we've got here peoples.
ah, would anyone happen to know how much iron transfer paper costs? i need to make shirts. and other things.
ah yes. saint patty's day. and guess what ash got tattooed on herself yesterday? a shamrok. it's very cute. i helped the lady with the colours. ash wasn't good at explaining what she wanted. but it's good. and when she got the lizard on her back the outline was hurting like a bithc so i gave her poems to read to take her mind off of it. when she was finished reading she exclaimed rather bitchily they're nothing close to cute. this made me happy. ah, she hates mir as much as ev does. (mir having called some deep emotional painful poems i'd writen cute. after she laughed at them no less)
hate your fear.
fear your hate.
i wanted to get these tiny spiders, not even as big as dimes. THOSE were cute. alas, i didn't have $30.
i like spiders. most people don't. they think they're disgusting. they're so unapreciated. called ugly and such. flicked, squished, stepped on. no one sees how good they realy are. no one cares. no one gives them a second though. everyone hates them.
gee, what would i ever see in something like that?
uhhuh. yeah, just call me spider lady.
i still want my wings. i'll always want my wings. huge torn and broken angel wings.
lovely things, those.
wings are.
but i supose a girl can't sit around waiting for angels she knows very well will never come.
joey, yesterday after i said he'd never show up out of no where like i jokingly asked him to, said i never know. he just might. uhhuh. i'm not going to hold me breath. quite a far ways to go just to see someone you've talked to on the net for 3 weeks. though i must say driving 7 hours compaired to crossing the pond, well yeah. ah, and he said i could come visit him and get his cousin's friends to draw the wings for me, and i could get them to do it. i comented on how long it would take to get my intire back tattooed with intricate detailed feathers, shaded and coloured and everything. he said it me staying that long woulnd't be such a bad thing.
can you beleive this guy?
the posibility of ian making a detour when he's already heading up my way in a year or two is one thing. but me moving to the states to live with some guy just for the hell of it is something differant all together.
i know he's not serious though. i'm not that nieve. though i think erin might have been more serious when she said if things were bad enough it wouldn't be hard for me to find a job there, and that i could take college courses and such. but my life isn't messed enough for me to drop out of school and skip country. i'm doing pretty good actualy to tell you the truth. listening to my grampa bitch about how the electric bill is $200 more than it was before we moved in isn't as bad as not having electricity at all.
and hey, i'm not running around looking for something to steal so i can hock it to suport my heroin adiction.
it's all good.
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