bonjour.

I'm the most boring individual you will ever have the mispleasure to meet. I can promise you that. And if you spell my name wrong, babies will be punched. I just missed 11:11. God damn it all.

jukebox.


links zeldas.

myspace
this is epic
livejournal
surveys

Illness IIX.A

Yeah, yeah. I'm sick again.
Same thing as Friday. Weird stomach-crampy-ovary-thing.

Right. So.
I need new clothes. Yeah, I bought new ones the other day, but I neeeeeed new clothes. Like. I only have a few shirts left that I can wear. It's not like I'm fat or anything, but I just grew. I hate growing ugh. Why can't we stay twelve inches tall our whole lives, like Talia does?

I should really get to work on my letters for my British Buds. They'll be late, but, y'know. Life is late. Take that.

...god I'm tired.

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