That entry was pissing me off.
So I'm writing another.
My dad's Bach CD has taught me the fact that I only really rock Bach's socks off in my own respect, not in the respect of all the worldly string talents of the, erm, world.
Darn it.
I really need to start packing now, but my mother hasn't washed my pink shirt like I asked her to, and I can't wear any of my vest tops because you're not allowed to show your shoulders in Venician churches.
Now, there are some things that I can think of that it is reasonable to ask not to be seen in a church, but that is just being fussy, if you ask me. But they're not asking me, so I'm going to have to find some sleeves. And collars, if at all possible.
Or cut my shoulders off.
Hmmmmmmm...
Two, girls without shoulders? Would that make the breasts bigger? Sounds sexy to me. 3. You don't want to see me in a short skirt. I take unpretty to the edge of sanity.
White.
Hairy.
Chicken.
Legs.
And you don't have to add them all, dear. Just one is fine by me, but if you really want to know, the friends list here is all me, my entire misaligned universe.
I have way too much free time.
When are you/me-in-your-pocket going to Venice?
I shall commence frantic gut sucking innage immediately.