| Honesty::: Emo glasses:::Jim Morrison and Richard Hell…swoon::: Mr. Oneill::: Blood red nail polish. Black nail polish. Better yet, mixing the two together. Puuur-taayy:::Foreigner’s “Juke Box Hero” Good times Cor…good times:::Writing songs with Jaxz about Ovaltine {mmmmmm} for the band:::Making plastic corn a guest star in all of my Spanish dos movies:::Riding toasters and then jumping off of them as a suicidal attempt. {tiki tiki}:::Drinking Faygo cream soda, collecting all the caps, then making brace sluts {…bracelets…same thing} out of them:::Watching movies that I’ve seen a billion times before and reciting every line to fellow viewers:::Playing the “who’s the transvestite?” game with Cori. I always win because, yup, I’M THE TRANSVESTITE:::Child safety straps. Using them to tie certain people to public benches and watching them suffer as pedestrians stroll by is of much amusement:::Speaking different languages, but mixing them together…english-spanish-yiddish stylio::: Spark plugs:::Kevin and his “placenta” music…plus the creepy finger movements done while listening to the stuff…shudder:::FLASHY PANTS:::Making hamburger helper with cut up veggie-burgers. Yuuuuuummy:::Toasters:::Bread, pickle, and ketchup sandwiches:::The marvelous world of hut hut, which many participate in shirtless. Grin…just some kid and his dad:::Big heinous strings of pearls to match every occasion:::Old metal toasters that burn you while they toast. Ooo ahh just a little bit oo ahh a little bit more:::Reading:::Toilets that flush themselves. God bless America:::My purple and white striped knitted sweater. Bonus cool points if worn with the 2 inch wide red glasses…:::Entering public bathrooms with the cam rolling and realizing that some people really do use the dirty facilities:::Eskimo ladies who wander the streets of PR:::Doing the time warp:::“Accidentally” taking pink lawn ornaments. Muah ha ha, long live public school crime investigation:::Talk radio…if you know me, you know why:::Plumbers:::Playing the flower song {giggle sara and kath}on guitar. Talk about talent:::Walking. Always. Always walking:::Willy Wonka techno:::Buying dated pictures of old men, naming them things like Wallace and Tiffany, then hanging them above my bed praying that they’re not spinning in their graves:::Burger king hats:::rain:::This hurts my eyes... |
