No Prose For Sarah

Oh, the earth's surface crumples up like a paper ball and I am lost in a crease.

MY FRIENDS -RHCP

My friends are so depressed
I feel the question of your loneliness
Confide 'cause I'll be on your side
You know I will, you know I will

I love all of you
Hurt by the cold
So hard and lonely too
When you don't know yourself

Uh huh

Sarah has sad skeletons.

Mmmyup.

So, I've taken into the consideration that my last entry did not have a copious amount of swearing and that perhaps my little spiel at lunch was false advertisement.

*cough*VOTE 5 SARAH!subliminalmessaging*cough*

Well, I don't have much to say; MOGA is Friday and I'm probably going to want to wear shorts (gasp is expected). I mean shorts, not lesbo-gear (as is typical with someone such as myself). The only dilemma is that I'm so freakishly pale, I disgust myself and potentially innocent onlookers. I hope I can get a somewhat-tan within the next two evenings.

Now, you guys need to blog. 'Tis no fun writing everything for my entertainment alone.