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Dig My Bones!
This one time I stepped on a nail and got lock-jaw. - 04.27.2006
So I moved out of my dad's house, more or less, and moved into Michael's house which is owned by his mom who is the landlord. Is that weird? Wait, no, don't tell me, I'm going to make myself believe it isn't.
Bird Proves Noam Chomsky's a Jerkface. Finally! Proof!
I had a dream last night that an ex boyfriend planted a big enjoyable kiss on me. When I woke up everything looked a little dimmer. Not that I want him back, but man. That was a really good kiss. I kind of hate my brain for making me remember it. I kind of hate myself for cheating on him, too.
I commissioned a friend to design my second tattoo, which I'm hoping to get carved permanently into my epidermis before I head off to Scotland (in 29 days... holy fuck). I'm thinking some kind of bird on the back of my left shoulder. Why bird? Because I need to stop migrating all the time, and if it's on my back I'm sure it will be off my mind. Or, you know, whatever I need to tell myself to help me sleep at night.
Randomly, here is what I look like, so you know who you're dealing with, mister:
On another note, what do you think of the layout? I really like dinosaurs and zombies and robots and knitting. But only one of those could be featured prominently, so dinosaurs it is. Because let's face it, chillun, even if it meant the destruction of mankind I'd so totally bring back all the dinosaurs. Just to hang out with them for like 4 seconds. Maybe pet a triceratops. Maybe ride him. Just a little! I don't want PETA after me.
