I had a dream that brody dalle was on mythbusters. and I had a boyfriend. I woke up and realized that I wasn't wearing eyeliner. now my throat hurts. what shit :/
...but! at least my birthday is coming up! I will get cd's and maybe stickers for my skateboard. and a sewing machine! yayyyy.
Five thousand and sixty seven years ago, the robotic crane drove me threw space from my birthplace, the red planet, and dropped me off in the ancient mesoamerican civilization, the Mayan empire. From there I traveled north to my home town of Rachel, Nevada, I stayed their until the year of one-thousand, nine hundred and ninety-three, when people started getting suspicious of the nearby test area, where I went to work every day. I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio and decided to approach the world with an outlook that says "fuck authority, I'm making my own rules" so I became an awesome punk rocker who is just all punk rock anarchist yeh yeh. I'm made of pure awesomeness, live off of oreos. I Drink kyptonite at the bar and I dress cruddier than a drug-dealer. My best friend is Sacagawea and my eight husbands are Albert Einstein, Shia Lebouf, Tim Armstrong, Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious, Lars Fredrickson, and Mark Webber. I consult with my psychic Jeanne Dixon every day, and that is how I know That I will live forever.
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