Randomness of fairy clever me
(if you din’t get that, oh too bad. you’re just not smart enough)
My birthday ring is on my thumb so it won’t fall off when i’m on alcohol.
Vocal trance makes me hungry. Literally.
Intelligence and wit is so sexy, i can’t stand it.
Pain causes fascination, curiousity and swearing to emerge.
My mom is cutting her toenails.
I dislike the cleaner.
Last night, there were two wholloping mozzy bites on my small toe.
Yesterday, i experienced two types of pain. Both were to do with vanity. One was enjoyable. The other not so.
I wish i had a tagboard on. but i don’t know why it isn’t and i can’t be fucked to fuck around with it now. too many matters call my name.
