A strange combination of the deadly papaya fruit and strong sunlight has given lucky ol' me a rash on my face. It's going away, thanks largely to the layer of vitamin E paste I have applied to myself at every available minute, and though I know it's not too bad, I still feel like the Elephant Man, or the Man without a face, or some other self loathing bullshit. Whatever the case, keep cameras away from me!
And speaking of cameras (nice segue, Andrew) my folks, for graduation, gave me some dough to get a digital camera with! Once I explained to them that dough cannot be used as legal tender, they replaced it with some money. So now I'm in the market! I'd like on that can take pictures like the ones in
here, so I may end up just robbing El Presidente. I went out looking the other day, but nothing seemed quite right. So I'll keep looking.
Nora looks like someone tried to kill her. She's got this puink (that's pink/punk) collar which runs like the six-million dollar man when it's wet, so when she got out of the lake the other day, she had a ring of pink fur around her neck. It has not gone away, and won't for a while. In the mean time, she looks like someone strangled her or cut her throat. But she's fine, I promise.
And on a completely random note, I saw Leslie Burke's underwear tonight because her skirt is too short, and she's an exhibitionist. Leslie's strange. We determined tonight that she has problems with men because she constantly says and does sexually suggestive things (ie/ the skirt thing) which makes men think things like "Yeah! She's horny! She wants it! I'm going to put my penis in her vagina! Yeah!" When actually, she might not want anything in her vagina at all! So the problem is not that she'll say "Look at this!" and then bend over provocatively, it's that "guys" make the assumptive leap that she's presenting a target. Yes? Yes... I think. Meh. She's a character.
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man. Let's close things off with a lyric of the week:
When I got to the party of special things to do
I met all the cards
Who were the cards?
The wild cards
The red queen
The one-eye jill
You know what I mean