|Peaches and cream...and it doesn't look like spring...morbid mood.
||[Apr. 4th, 2006|04:20 pm]
Wicked of the West
I'm pooped. It's the Southern Hemisphere calling out to me...
"Milliiiie, you're on the wrong side of the equator, come baaaack, cooome to where it's unnaturally warm all year long...where one can merrily go about in shorts and a t-shirt and less in the middle of winter...come back to the land of siiin...but learn to Samba, because it's disgraceful that you don't know. How can you not know? Watch some Shakira videos...shake your booty! Strutt your stuff"
....o.O It's very alarming how my inner voice sounds eerily like my grandmother. Oh, yeah, she's just envious of my spasms! Woohoo! Watch me knock out an eye! *spasm spasm*
But really, naked trees and it's April. Why are the treets nudey like that? And it's dark and the weatherman promised us snow...that's madness, you can't have snow in April...you're supposed to have...I don't know...sunshine and breeding bunnies but no snow!
Where the mosquitoes and the warnings against lyme disease? It's just...not spring.
Meanwhile, sister special ordered a malice mizer single I didn't have! YAY! Beasts of Blood is mine! *spasm of joy*
And Lui, it arrived. Thank you! *smoochies boochies*
Mwahahaha, my mood kitty's on crack! EXCELLENT!!!!
Perhaps I could use my livejournal for something creative or useful...like...
I may have to think about this. Useful...creative...a cup of coffee...
I could review coffees! YUSH!
No, wait...no one reads my journal as it is...damnit, this is fifth grade all over again! BOO!