Thursday, 14 October 2010
i do not like the way your keys jingle when you walk. bouncing up and down and repeating once again on your mountainous motor-boat targets is unpleasant and so are your clippy cloppy high heel walking sticks of death. don't walk through david jones department stores and think that you're tops because you probably don't buy anything, and free samples of baby foreskin skin care cream do not count as a purchase at all. this is probably what you look at all day between reapplying your lip liner and snorting something to corrode your insides to pass the time. your dog is yapping you know.
Posted by katelyn at 03:18