sweet jesus...i swear that i love you....

grotesque drag queen/elderly smoker for life. i wave my white flag of defeat as you invade my vocal chords. perhaps i shall rest my head tonight and wake in the a.m. to find you gone. perhaps not. either way tomorrow is friday. four more days until i see my beloved boys of the matches. rambo o thinks it has been far to long since kissy chrissy has accompanied her on a magical escapade. restlessness runs through my veins. and call my psychic but i do believe i see an ihop in our future.

dance costumes came into being last night. purple flowing number for modern. blue, alice in wonderland-esque skirt number for ballet. so far i am very pleasantly surprised. of course anything was better than last year though. tomorrow i shall get my jasmine/genie costume for acrobatics. i think it will be my favorite. stunning. next tuesday i should get my tap and jazz costume. a flapper style polka doted number. too bad i'll be with my boys... some things are of more importance to me i suppose.

collage was to be complete today. i stayed over to help. don't know how much help a elderly smoker can be... i'm very excited about it. collage. not being an elderly smoker.

trying to make my way out of my self induced high school catastrophe. on a good note my bff andy is back. bye bye hoe. hello bro. (i'm the bro in this scenario) i love that kid. i might be too comfortable with him... doesn't make sense. but it does to me. hell, maybe if you know us it does make sense. who am i to say?

by the way i hate being sick. i'm too delicate. fragile. all those words. or something. i had the worse fever i've had since i can remember a few days ago. i was burning up and having chills at the same time. irony was running ramped throughout my breathing corpse. i felt like singing fever. it could have been my theme song.

i suppose i should hit the hay. on account of my being illin and all... sometimes i just need to ramble. babble.

"my lip gloss is poppin. my lip gloss is cool. all the boys keep jockin. and chase me after school.....what you know 'bout me? what you, what you know 'bout me? what you know 'bout me? what you, what you know?"