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Jan. 2nd, 2006 01:48 amYeah, but you do things that I don't agree with. And I don't say anything.
Like what?
Like having rats as pets.
Having rats as pets is COMPLETELY different then dog-fighting. Did you smoke crack when I wasn't looking?
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tony_s and I are fed up with living in this corporate bullshit 9 to 5 world and have decided to become pirates. Pirates! Our ship will be named the SS Cocksucker. This, of course, will be accomplished shortly after Project: Handing Out Bags of Shut Up, Along With a Shot of Tang In the Mouth. I was never much for pirates before, unlike the rest of the world, so this is an all new thing to me.
I thought pirates were extinct!
I just took my pigtails out, after having my hair up all goddamn day and night. Rubbing my scalp with mixed pleasure and pain for the past ten minutes. That was the most glorious ten minutes ever.
My hair is beginning to get out of control again. Last year, it was almost down to my waist, but shortly after my mother died and I went beserk with the bleach, Angel made the executive decision that it needed to be cut. And cut it was, rather short for how I normally wear it. Since then, I haven't paid the length much mind, except for random forays into "I'M CUTTING ALL MY GODDAMN HAIR OFF...NO WAIT, NO I'M NOT". And it seemed like it wasn't growing much at all since then. Now, however, it appears to have grown several thousand inches and seemingly overnight. Incredible.
I also haven't dyed it for a handful of months, which has led to me rocking the I'm-only-31-and-I'm-predominatly-grey look. I can't decide if I'm going to rectify that any time soon.
In other, other news: I ate too many half-frozen creampuffs at the Engineer's mother's house tonight and am now feeling ever so slightly ill.
Like what?
Like having rats as pets.
Having rats as pets is COMPLETELY different then dog-fighting. Did you smoke crack when I wasn't looking?
---
In other news,
tony_s and I are fed up with living in this corporate bullshit 9 to 5 world and have decided to become pirates. Pirates! Our ship will be named the SS Cocksucker. This, of course, will be accomplished shortly after Project: Handing Out Bags of Shut Up, Along With a Shot of Tang In the Mouth. I was never much for pirates before, unlike the rest of the world, so this is an all new thing to me.I thought pirates were extinct!
I just took my pigtails out, after having my hair up all goddamn day and night. Rubbing my scalp with mixed pleasure and pain for the past ten minutes. That was the most glorious ten minutes ever.
My hair is beginning to get out of control again. Last year, it was almost down to my waist, but shortly after my mother died and I went beserk with the bleach, Angel made the executive decision that it needed to be cut. And cut it was, rather short for how I normally wear it. Since then, I haven't paid the length much mind, except for random forays into "I'M CUTTING ALL MY GODDAMN HAIR OFF...NO WAIT, NO I'M NOT". And it seemed like it wasn't growing much at all since then. Now, however, it appears to have grown several thousand inches and seemingly overnight. Incredible.
I also haven't dyed it for a handful of months, which has led to me rocking the I'm-only-31-and-I'm-predominatly-grey look. I can't decide if I'm going to rectify that any time soon.
In other, other news: I ate too many half-frozen creampuffs at the Engineer's mother's house tonight and am now feeling ever so slightly ill.
