omgpotatochips

Racist!

the queen of cliche
molds her polymer clay
in a container made of rubber.
it can bend, you see
(lies are the key)
but it doesn't matter--
she's stubborn.

why is it that guys get complimented for being whores and girls are ridiculed for it?
rhetorical, but nonetheless.

my eyes
open
sunlight seeps like honey
through the blinds
my line of sight
gold.
i shield myself
reaching out
getting my hands all sticky
buzz.
i wake up inhuman
today i am a bee
and i will feast on honey.

Die in a fire.

Right now, I am a dolphin trying to find my way home.
It’s hard to be a dolphin walking on two legs. Most dolphins don’t have two legs. Most dolphins have fins, damn it, but look at me--I’ve got myself two pale, knobby-kneed legs with feet and toes and even little nails that like to chip. And I don’t have shoes for them, either, so I have to deal with the burns of hot concrete and blisters and Poseidon Christ, why do ants keep biting me?
I suppose that’s the curse. Of being a dolphin with human legs, I mean.
Or maybe I’m a human with a dolphin’s body? I don’t know. I’m a mutant, either way, and I’m a sea creature. It’s not like it matters whether or not I know which end of me is which.

BB, if you read this, I made a new friendship bracelet for us. I miss you bunches. u 3u It says "Dirling (heart) Robo" and has a bunch of purple and green beads. I will never take it off.

As for everyone else, I've been in bed with migraines. Sorry for not being online/talking. ):
I NEED TO GET ON THE BALL.

... a-and I had a really weird dream the other night where I was chosen as royalty in hell. It was strange.

so i never
leave this room in fear
that i'm not afraid
to leave this room
at all.

"Under The Pink" by Tori Amos. I listened to it and nothing else every day for a month and I'm still not sick of it.

"Everything I've ever told you about myself was a lie."

It'd fuck someone up.

What Are These Strawberries Doing On My Nipples?: I Need Them For The Fruit Salad!

What.

I punch them in the balls.
With my mind.

AAAAAAAAAAH!

THAT'S YOUR WAR FACE!

WHY DO I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH? TELL ME. FFFFFFFF WHYYYYYYYY

So I was in the emergency room until like 1am last night. FUCKING BUMMER, except my nurse looked like Maria from SH2 and that was awesome. Same hair/hairdye/face/holy shit, she should get casted for a live action movie. But yeah, I am feeling so much better now. Just.. seriously. It was a miracle.
... a-also I made some mochis out of sculpy. And I'll post them soon.
My Heather cosplay is almost done, 'cause all I need is the wig and the shirt (but wait, I'm naturally blonde, aren't I, so---NO, JUST NO) and I'll be done. I even put You're Not Here on my cellphone so I can pull it out of my pocket spontaneously and start lipsyncing. Obsessed? Maybe. A little. No. Shut up. I haven't played any of the games in like two weeks. |:
ANYWAY, YEAH, I FEEL BETTER BY A LOT. Not that it says much because everyone literally thought I was dying, but ... well. I tested negative for Swine Flu (or any flu at all, actually), so that's good, but, uh, I was honestly scared that I had some sort of zombie virus. I'm not even joking---it's stupid when I look back on it but I was bawling because I thought I was going to start infecting people.
Other than the past two days, I hadn't cried in well over a year, so I'll give it about two years before my tear ducts get the energy to do anything again.

Oh my god, I want to get a Bambino/Sphynx so I can name it Barbeque Cat.

THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL. JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY LOOK LIKE BARBEQUE CATS.






I'm serious. They're so adorable. ; ___;