Down the rabbit hole: I'm a reborn maggot using germ warfare

Wednesday, December 12

I'm a reborn maggot using germ warfare

I think it is amusing how I can do the most ridiculous things to my hair/face and my parents are completely oblivious to the change. Right now I have two different pairs of falsies on, have smeared matte black eyeshadow on my cheekbones have a sparkly tiara on my head(granted I do this everyday to hold my fringe up but so not the point here), while wearing three different pairs of knee socks and no one is acting like I look, you know different.
I mean, I look like a kinderwhore cast in some obscure part of Velvet goldmine. I had dinner opposite my parents looking like this, I am sitting beside my mom on the couch typing this while looking questionable and I haven't had anyone at home act like anything is out of the ordinary.

I am sick of my fringe, I nearly chopped it off before I left the house because it was so completely drab. I don't know what I should so with them. Been browsing cobrasnake for ideas, but nothing I would pick for myself as yet. Help before I go completely insane and snip them off jagged-y , again.

I started this post yesterday but I forgot about it halfway, its 9 am now. Practically no one is online and the only reason I bothered to get up so early is so I can say bye to my brother before he flies off to New York for over a month, in case I don't get home before 10 tonight. I told my family it was a coincidence that I got up early. I don't see whats so strange with me getting up at 8. When I first walked out, they stared at me blankly for quite a while before starting a conversation about how unusual it was, which went on for about 9 minutes.
I never knew this, but apparently my mother makes breakfast in the morning. Sure beats my dad and his "I bought you ferrero rocher for breakfast, eat it in school"

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

your daddy veh cute.

Friday, December 14, 2007  

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