PANIC! AT THE DISCO
Thursday, November 10, 2005
And a lack of reminding flings us two weeks into the holidays.
Sleeping at three, waking at one.
Everyday is a clockwork affair, only getting up when my hair starts to sizzle in the afternoon sun, venturing into the shower and tripping over my own toes in the process.
A careless finger-pull through a dripping fringe. A silly grin thrown at the unsuspecting mirror out of habit.
I proceed to crawl my way into and through the evening drowning my Sims (Version 2.0) in swimming pools by removing the ladders.
Occasionally I would find myself in Ngee Ann City, staring blankly at a Hello Kitty stuffed toy waiting for it to, oh I don't know, strike up a bloody conversation.
Caralyn and Jase must find it very amusing.
They have galleries of photos of yours truly and said dipshit of a toy, and they have taken to name the galleries "B.U.T&thBeast".
At first I pretended to know what the title was and even laughed at it, then I realised it said, "Beauty And The Beast".
Surely Hello-sodding-Kitty is the beast in mentioned phrase?
You know, sometimes I suddenly decide to look at Rion, and I find myself screaming in horror.
Then I find out he is actually not having a stroke, but attempting to smile sexily.
It is especially frightening when we are at a dreadful pool party and there are acres of sunshine highlighting hisgrimace smile.
Grrrrr have to wake up at ten tomorrow for ice skating.
It will not be pretty, I expect myself to be rearless from all that falling on the ice. Hypothermia! Go figure.
Speaking of all unpretty things, I will have braces by the end of the holiday.
At least, I think I will.
I go to a dental clinic on the twenty sixth floor of Ngee Ann City where there are fishes in an aquarium and a whole truckload of Japanese kids.
Appointments have a tendency of disappearing and showing up on a later date in the schedule book.
I have no idea why I decided you should know that, but I never know what I'm saying half the time anyway.
I will be getting ceramic braces, that are supposed (note) to be invisible from afar.
Metal braces make some look cute but put me in a bunny suit and I'll still remain as cute as a telephone.
Oh well. Back to Sims 2 and deaths that aren't my own then.
Sleeping at three, waking at one.
Everyday is a clockwork affair, only getting up when my hair starts to sizzle in the afternoon sun, venturing into the shower and tripping over my own toes in the process.
A careless finger-pull through a dripping fringe. A silly grin thrown at the unsuspecting mirror out of habit.
I proceed to crawl my way into and through the evening drowning my Sims (Version 2.0) in swimming pools by removing the ladders.
Occasionally I would find myself in Ngee Ann City, staring blankly at a Hello Kitty stuffed toy waiting for it to, oh I don't know, strike up a bloody conversation.
Caralyn and Jase must find it very amusing.
They have galleries of photos of yours truly and said dipshit of a toy, and they have taken to name the galleries "B.U.T&thBeast".
At first I pretended to know what the title was and even laughed at it, then I realised it said, "Beauty And The Beast".
Surely Hello-sodding-Kitty is the beast in mentioned phrase?
You know, sometimes I suddenly decide to look at Rion, and I find myself screaming in horror.
Then I find out he is actually not having a stroke, but attempting to smile sexily.
It is especially frightening when we are at a dreadful pool party and there are acres of sunshine highlighting his
Grrrrr have to wake up at ten tomorrow for ice skating.
It will not be pretty, I expect myself to be rearless from all that falling on the ice. Hypothermia! Go figure.
Speaking of all unpretty things, I will have braces by the end of the holiday.
At least, I think I will.
I go to a dental clinic on the twenty sixth floor of Ngee Ann City where there are fishes in an aquarium and a whole truckload of Japanese kids.
Appointments have a tendency of disappearing and showing up on a later date in the schedule book.
I have no idea why I decided you should know that, but I never know what I'm saying half the time anyway.
I will be getting ceramic braces, that are supposed (note) to be invisible from afar.
Metal braces make some look cute but put me in a bunny suit and I'll still remain as cute as a telephone.
Oh well. Back to Sims 2 and deaths that aren't my own then.