Splash! In your pretty little face, it's not warm outside anymore. I am more tired than Mad Men's awesomeness. You should watch it on your telly. I seriously recommend it. Oh fudge, my eyes are bleeding again, Big Brother is on.
We could dance in the twirls of snow until the nightingale sings it's lullaby and spring is upon us. And we could stare into the black water and ponder about what wonders is hiding beneath the surging surface, safe away from the cold above. And on those starry nights we might spot the northern lights and wish for the sun to hibernate for a long long time to come.
Some good things today, striped-socks in white, yellow, red, apricos and aqua baby, jasmine tea with mother hen, yellowfellow flowers, a black purse/bag som jag villhavillhavillha, extended sentences to infinty - when will it end?, listen to oldfolks music, zpekkan songs with some russian spice and a little chap who makes an effort, good job I tell ya!
I found some crap in my bag. I also found some jewelry, money, pens, a hair clip, hair bands, a mitten, a fork, pencils, 2000 receipts, 2 gift cards, my old visa-card, a perfume, a book, an awesome button and a horse.
Wuthering. Uttalas faktiskt "wåthering", haha in your face!! Ska bara skjuta ner lite stjärnor från himlen blå sedan krossa dem för att lysa upp detta förskräckligt mörka rum. Tänd lamporna! Varför är det så mörkt här? Men kära hjärtanes så dystert det var här inne. Ojoj ormens väg on the hällemountain var inte en höjdare nej. Icket sa flicket när hon försökte läsa spektaklet. Herremin Torgny, skriv bättre, gör bättre, lev för tusan.
With some soup in ma stomach I am ready to hit the town in my new snickarpants that the little gnome so kindly brought to me this Monday morning. A signature he needed, a clutter of nonsense he got.
February. Take ink and weep,
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Damn! Me strutting down the street.
Today I will read the snakes way on the hällemountain, I have a feeling it might feel a little bit like that ^^^^^when I read it. I have to read it. I'll probably skim through it. Lord help me I'm so uncommitted to this thing we call schoolwork. Hard work, work. My source of life and I will hunt down a relatively new secondhand thing on Bogatan, best of luck to us whimsy ladybugs. Mother nature has also been very generous with this fine weather we have today, I might get some freckles on my snout. We no longer have minus Celsius so my beloved spring jacket will come to life again, I just have to scrape the mold of.
I'm gonna be in Vogue magazine. The April issue. The photographer is Jean- Fillisimonteterasau, seen here with a orange beret. I'm jealous to my teeth.
I'm the one in the middle, I don't know who the others are. I guess they're my dysfunctional friends who I only hang out with when Jupiter and Saturn are doing the polka dance. I'm never alone.
Jobbiga organismer är såna som äger en iphone, dem som klär sig i jeanssugrör istället för stickade fluffpuff koftor, pojkar som använder sin keps bak och fram, flickor som har två lager hy, mammor som lever tvärtom, pappor som lever ut och in och sedan dem som inte önskar att dem ägde Dorothys smaragd röda klackar.
The turtle helped me home cause I forgot to refuel my flying tea cup with freshly boiled gunpowder tea. I guessed Edmund the turtle felt sorry for my misfortune. I also had a hunch that he wanted my companionship, because the other day, the little red robin told me about Edmund's friend the otter Francis had just bought a scooter. I'm Edmund's travel companion now.
