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Robyn. 
YOU.ARE.ELLi dont have insomnia, im not a pro photographer,i'm small in stature,i like old things; but not in that "oh i'm so pretentious and "different" way. Im predictable at times,I sneeze on the daily, i'm highly insecure. im a pro-crastinator.I like phoenetics and junk. I enjoy breaking a sewing needle every now and then and spending as little moneys as possible. swish! |
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
Paint fumes are destroying my brain cells International marketing lectures for two hours on a wednesday I should have had off,are amazing. Almost as amazing as the elusive "Porcirrel" my artistic friend drew for me as a birthday present.
People are painting my roof. No not the outside of my roof that is exposed to harsh weather conditions,bird shit and leaves, no the inside, right outside my bedroom door and my parents avoided telling me this . Now my brain feels like someone smothered it with turps. Post.Script :What is up with eyepatches? I saw someone with a patch today and i wanted to scream BOOTY in his direction. What happened to GLASS eyes? Way more aesthatically pleasing and very helpful for selective listening. the person thinks your listening but your actually just resting your glass in their direction. Arr. 12:03 PM
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Ling-Kiss Amy Sue Graham Paterson Jun-A |
