Mental detritus, random musings, words I wish I'd written, and whatever else finds me along the way. =)
Awhile ago, I mentioned that I write abbreviated letters to myself and tuck them away in pockets. I also mentioned that I never clean my pants. As a result, I sometimes end up months later finding messages I don’t remember writing, like little notes to me from my pants. Here are a few new ones.
“Peeing. Peeing with great vengeance. Join me or die!”
“Jingle Jingle. Jango Jango? What do you do all day?”
“Your dad sure loves the Civil War.”
“It was the girl scouts. Again. Case Closed.”
“Every single show could end with something horrific.” [Followed by a picture my pants drew of a guy in a baggy sweater]
I just really want to be friends with Soren. Or maybe just his pants?
Being a tumblr user made me so mean. I don’t even think “oh, what a lovely actor” anymore, it’s just all “oh, you handsome, talented fuck”.
It’s their own fault for being such twat-waffling life ruiners