Sunday, December 21, 2008
WHERE'S FLUFFY
I think I'm going to ask my Dad to get me a ticket to somewhere far far far far far far away once the clock strikes January. Away from all the nuisance of humanity as I know it, away from expectations, away from all the anger and angered. Being the best Pa in the world, I doubt he'll let me travel alone unless I can come up with a flawless lie. Sigh. Sucks to be me this Christmas. Cabbage plantation - don't leaf me.
Oh my god. I wish my life were a John Mayer song.
tried to hunch; 11:56 PM