May 142008

Urgent. Will die without reading.

  • 13:10 Im devoting all my spare* time to spearhead the "whatevelyn" movement. fuck world peace, this cause is where its at. (*which means: none) #
  • 13:14 Don’t like it? Whatevelyn! #
  • 14:44 Henry just asked me why I have that "I’m gonna do something" look on my face. "Or have you already?" he added. #
  • 17:37 I hated jellies when I was a kid and was the only girl in my class who didn’t have a pair. Now I’m 28 and wearing pink ones. #
  • 17:53 I’ve had a temp tattoo on my hand for almost a week now and it won’t come off, but now it just looks like DIRT. #
  • 18:25 putting together a band where the only instrumentation is the sound of me dancing in wooden shoes. The Clodhoppers, I guess. #
  • 19:53 "please come closer, because my heart doesn’t touch yours anymore." DIES. #
  • 20:36 oh look, it’s scissor o’clock. #
  • 20:45 i will never again be able to cut a piece of paper without shuddering, wincing, and punching myself in the crotch. FUCK YOU, ELEANORE. #
  • 23:25 PLEASE ACT SURPRISED. She’s baking. She’s baking. (She’s not baking.) #
  • 23:27 making sense is so 1995. i’m going to start making scents instead. #

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  6 Responses to “Pre-Freakout Tweets”

  1. all these tweets point to: TROUBLE.

  2. i’m gonna make cents.
    and be RIZZICH.

  3. steal that beeyotch’s scissors.

    then when she is looking for them, hand her a pair of well-oiled, quiet safety scissors and tell her she can borrow them until hers turn up.

    and then throw hers out the window on the way home.

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