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design | host did you hear she laughed at the sad part in that movie? she scares me. "it's christmas time- again- it's time to be nice to people you can't stand- all year- i'm getting sick of all this christmas cheer-" not really. but i do like that song. i'm sitting here wearing a tigercub scout t shirt and brand new almost violet lipstick. i'm somewhat dressed up with nowhere to go. There's actually a party tonight, but i don't think i'm going to go. it's being held by a bunch of supermormons, you know, even more mormony than me, and it probably won't be a very fun party because i'm (caustic, hostile, bitter, unsavory) you know, me. i scare the supermormons. i must look like such a scary scary bad girl compared to them. i actually hope they talk about me when i'm not around. they can get their food storage and talk about how wholesome they are and make soap or whatever the hell it is i'm supposed to be doing all by themselves. anyway it's a gift exchange and if i did go i'd probably make a mix cd, and they wouldn't like it because they'd be scared. i wouldn't put any swears in it. well maybe one. heh. slip it in there. so yeah i'll keep my lipstick to myself and have a LOTR marathon with dad. he hurt his eye and the optometrist only dialated one of them? wow i'm rambling. well listen not-quite-super-mormon-but-still-mormon-enough mormon wife is off to watch the two towers and do some baking, watch out for my christmas cheer, bitches, 'cause i just might bring you cookies. |