alecto - your little bluejay (pollytrance) wrote,
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I'm So Drunk!


What kind of drunk are you?

Thanks DJ Hayes!!

Oooh! And hello to the new beauty on my friends list.

She is a bracelet girl-- and she is a part of a community that I can't get enough of! Yow! Hello there!

I love posting test results too much... and I also love buying merchandise too much... but I can get away with that because... wait.. oh because I am part of the biggest consumer age and gender group in the US. Females age 16-22. That's right. Yes.

It took me and Jessica two and a half hours to clean Don and Karen's house-- and we didn't even have time to vacuum. Now we have to wait a whole year to house-sit again, and that is very sad. However, cleaning their house inspired me to clean my very-messy out of hand rheum. That will be delicious. I wish I had a webcam so I could do before and after pictures. I kept my key, too. We had so much fun in that house. And I got to keep the Sour Apple Pucker and Raspberry Smirnoff bottles, so I am a happy camper.

And in all the upset about the prom dress being so permanent, I forgot to describe it. It's royal purple and gold, velvet and brocade, with puffy shoulders but fitted sleeves and gold cuffs, circa 1700's in style. I'm sure after prom I will post pictures (and probably end up buying it)... Stefan is really excited now because they have this purple Willy Wonka style suit downtown that he's itching to wear... I'm so glad he actually wants to go. He practically begged me to let him come the other night [in an Audi]. I know, I'm mean... but he used to say, "I'll go to homecoming with you [in a dress, heh heh], but I'll never go to prom. I was already dragged to one when I was a senior and I hated every minute of it."

That's because he wasn't wearing a purple suit!



*drool* I love me some Mel, Ag, And Jules.

Me and Jessica were talking about getting an apartment together when we grow up. Things are going well. I haven't been little miss suicide for like a whole week or something, and I am proud of myself because I haven't resorted to MEDS.

I also got a job interview two nights ago, but they haven't called me back. I'm considering going there and bugging them. Talking to one of the attractive managers and saying something suggestive like, "I'll give you a *ahem* job if you give me a theatre job."

Nah. I'm not that much of a whore. And that would be mean to Stefan. I can't be mean to him, he is too good to me. He let me paint his ear black with nailpolish last night, and then let me draw on his face and tummy with markers. I took pictures. He had green and purple eyeshadow, blue and orange eyelashes, a pink triangle bunny nose, voluptuous red lips, and a star of David on his chin.

March 25th is our would-be four month anniversary, were we still together.

"Never fear," says Jessica. "You guys are still six-letters-rhymes-with-covers!"

Must post Stefan's marker face!

I suppose that's enough rambling.

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