Dysfunctional Dreamer

Randomly....

I hate...fart spray. Someone musthave sprayed the entire store with it. If I catch the crazy bugger, I'll trample him to death. Or hit them very hard with the giant pencils we sell.

I am feeling the lack of friends. One is on a raft somewhere in Africa...others are...well, away.
I wanna go away.

A ponytail of my hair lies in a plastic bag by my bed. Whatever shall I do with it.....?

Hmm..

posted by nori_b @ 4:48 PM