"you know i would hate to be indian...but they do have good food"

so far my weekend has been natasha.

and that's really how i like it.

i've determined nobody comes close to her personality.

nobody i've actually spoken to myself at least.

alas, i saw shrek 2. again. it's irrefutable i have an attachment to wooden boys. Pinocchio...real life driftwoods [fawking floaters]

gah, having an lj is histrionic as it is, i could never fathom why so many complained of their wasteful lives day after day. i've now realized dejection is a comfort. which all and all can be labeled emo. and we all know the youth of america strive to be oh so sorrowfully trendy. i'm honestly convinced several induced themselves into remaining woeful, just so they could write about it and not feel like a poser. to all those happy go lucky adolescents out there, you're losers because beatitude isn't cool. and i love you for that and find you groovy.

on a side note. im wearing a yellow polka dot headband.

you thought i was gonna say bikini. didn't u.