pakalolo

Pictures! Not nearly all of them, but it's a healthy start. Help out with captions.

because i need to get over my perception that blogs are inherently different from livejournals/xangas, and for other reasons as well:

01. Who are you?

02. Are we friends?

03. When and how did we meet?

04. Do you have a crush on me?

05. Would you kiss me?

06. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

07. Describe me in one word.

08. What was your first impression?

09. Do you still think that way about me now?

10. What reminds you of me?

11. If you could give me anything what would it be?

12. How well do you know me?

13. When's the last time you saw me?

14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal/BLOG/xanga and see what I say about you?

[ Insert witty post here ]

ahhhhhhhhhh
I've spent the past three days locked inside so that i could work and yet!
I've only written

143 words

out of the cumulative

3,375+

that must be written for tomorrow.

Fuck me!


p.s.
Incidentally,

this: "Ananin amina kale kurar sabah aksam mac yaparim"

is Turkish for: "I would create goals in your mother's pussy and play soccer there day and night."

and this: Ses posral v kine?

is Czech for: "Did you shit in the cinema?"
(means: are you kidding me?)

This enlightening information is brought to you by: http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/index.htm

inspired by: Sylvia, procrastination, sophomoric humor, and the letter w

I'm just not a very interesting person...

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So at first i was going to write a post mentioning alllll these other things in my life and not Sabrina at all, because i'm passive agressive like that, but then i was like, damn, she's way too cute, and all i really want to do is type her name over and over and over again.

(Sabrina- this is not just some cheap scheme to get you to keep commenting on my blog...really...it's not...)

In entirely unrelated news, my heart bursts with love for Freestyle Love Supreme, and if the tickets aren't sold out yet for their last two preformances, everyone should go see it (there's very little i could wholeheartedly recommend as much as i am recommending this right now so go! www.smarttix.com) I want to go again with Sarah and shove her out of her seat to be the volunteer. Even though it'll be her 4th time. The actors will not only call her by her first name, but start making up pet names for her as well.

I can't wait to party like we're second term seniors...

Today some man at a news stand told me that i should get a license for my smile because i could kill people with it.

I wish i could - that would be hot.

Also, my dad just sent me this email:

Hi Kitten
Found while looking through my old notebooks to research my new strip for Breakdowns, this poem written when you were just a bulge in Maman's belly and were known to us only as Kickapoo:

Kickapoo, kickapoo,
floating in fluid-
Is you a Jew,
or is you a Druid?
Is you a girl
or is you a boy?
Will you be good,
or will you annoy?

Will you be Gemini?
Will you be Taurus?
Will you wear Pampers
or diapers more porous?

x
papa

For one very special reason, and that reason alone (because astrology is all hogwash) , I'm very glad i'm a Taurus and not a Gemini.

Also, my dad insisted on reciting this poem of his over and over while we made dinner:

TITS

some are like sausages,
some are like pies,
some are like blisters,
summer-like sighs.

He inists it's his greatest work. I insisted i was unable to stomach dinner.

I am off to nap. hooray.

Fuck motherfucker fuckity fuck fuck shit piss fuck fucking fucker



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