there are no unbeatable odds there are no believable gods
my defective party socks and trying to nap away my hangover during a LOUD rehearsal, didn’t work all it did was make me cranky.
fookin’ starved i found some pizza pizza marinara sauce a tiny shovel and someone’s leftover soup crackers.
me: they took away the ab thing i use in the gym and the mats and little girl weights wtf more proof i am hated in this stupid fucking building
I HAD TO DO SIT UPS THE OLD FASHIONED WAY!
Phil’s new status message – Telethon – Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton 4:47 PM
me: and my hair is in a bun and it is hurting my head
oh and dont think i forgot to save the laundry for you to do when you get home i think ive done it 4 times in a row by now or something
i painted one of the big canvases
i am a machine
oh and i had spinach too
FINE I WILL TALK TO SOMEONE ELSE
you’ve been blogged
oh nice the fact that yer listening to emily haines was also captured
burn
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who speaks spanish? tell me what they’re saying about me here, scroll to notorious b.l.o.g. third posting down.
