So I'm Schonberging out (yes, any composer is automatically a noun if you want it bad enough) to Les Miserables.
I didn't end up going to HKJ, went to Privet instead, below Dragon Eye. Its a decent place but truth me told I detested every minute in it.
It was SALSA night.
I HATE salsa.
I was promised attractive males and music.
I got creepers and SALSA music. Can I get a wtf from any random member of the audience?
I went with Stickyfinger Sister today, christmasgifting ourselves. I got a black dress from Zara but when I got home I cut it up into
many very small pieces because I didn't like it anymore. Its not like I have money to spare (I REALLY DON'T) but now I can use the fabric
to make hundreds of christmas plush mice. or just you know, Zara Rats.
Also got a lovely black dress from H&M, its a shirt everywhere in the world by Vegas and Hong Kong.
Who needs a shirt when you can take your pants off and eat obscene amounts of jam and crumpets named Pauline?
I don't actually know a Pauline, but if I did, I might have called her Crumpet.
Angry that I cannot go to a party / dinner on friday. Must stay in a glower my utmost at inanimate objects, giving glaring priority to pink ones.
My fish are officially creepy. I lift weights everyday and last night when I was lifting them (its good for hula-hoop muscles and kicking Teaks ass) I noticed that my fish were staring at me.
This would have ordinarily not been frightening, I'm really something to stare at. Kind of like the way you can't look away from roadkill or a really ugly possum-toddler hybrid creature.
But they were arranged in such a manner to strike fear into the bravest of hearts. (except batman).
One should not be gawked at by small round fish. It is not good for ones attitude towards sushi.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
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