THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Well. Here we go.
New York.
I will be gone from d*land for...five possibly six days...That sucks.
I'm kinda nervous. very excited. Slightly irritated.
My teeth hurt. And I hate the belt my teacher made me get because she thought I wore too much metal around my waist. So this one is pink. And black. Checkered.
Yes, the thought depresses me too.
But it was the best I could get on such short notice.
So call me Avril, give me a tie, and lets get it over with.
Sigh.
And I'm wearing a Green Day shirt.
I would hate myself if I met me. I really would.
So.....So. Yes.
I will be in New York.
NEW YORK!
But for broadway I'm going all the way clothing style. Complete with the black and white striped knee socks and chucky polka-dotted mary janes. Oh, and a bowling shirt.
Yes, a bowling shirt.
I am wearing a bowling shirt to broadway.
That makes me happy.
Anyway. That was it. I'm kinda in a hurry.
Must finish packing....Then starighten my hair.
Oh fuck. I do not look foreward to that.