Once upon a time, there was an unpopular girl in school. No body liked her, even her self. However, one day she looked into a mirror and realized that she was not a girl, but a swan. Happy and excited, she climbed on the roof of her appartment building (the 5th floor) and jumped, flapping her wings. However, she fell straight down and died. Turns out she was just an ordinary girl, but on crack.
The Morale of the Story: Don't do Drugs!!! .
Who I'd like to meet: ALL the APLs of the world! Every kind, no matter how violent or insane! =D
Today I wore my shirt bunched up around my stomach with a single smear of dirt on my otherwise immaculate face. I think it makes me look savage, but not ugly savage; a pretty savage. Like a wild, sexy horse. I practiced ‘cavorting in the surf,’ for two hours this morning, and I really think I have it nailed. As the sun fell behind me–its rays outlining my soft body in an aura of sparkling light and water–I think I actually felt everything go into slow motion.
I would feel like such a pretty, pretty princess if a poor diet and prolonged malnutrition didn’t have me shitting liquid into a ditch every two hours.
