I think I'll forego the letter to Santa Claus this year, and write instead to one Charles Manson. If nothing else, I'm certain he will send me at least one future residence in which I might like to reside. And seeing as how I don't plan to spend all my days rotting away in the shamhole of a city I am currently living, it's nice to see what other options are out there.
Dear Mr. Charles...
P.S. Thank you to those who left me lovely gifts. :) ('tis never too late to add to the pile! I like cookies, and shiny things, and a boy whose name sounds remarkably similar to squarehead. Which is what I might call him now. Sometimes. If I feel like it. :)) I am, however, slightly confused as to why a certain someone (ahem,
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Dear Mr. Charles...
P.S. Thank you to those who left me lovely gifts. :) ('tis never too late to add to the pile! I like cookies, and shiny things, and a boy whose name sounds remarkably similar to squarehead. Which is what I might call him now. Sometimes. If I feel like it. :)) I am, however, slightly confused as to why a certain someone (ahem,
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Date: 2008-12-05 03:19 am (UTC)That has to count for something.
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Date: 2008-12-05 03:38 am (UTC)To be honest, I've always felt that I belong on the west coast. It is, after all, where I was born and raised. On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood...