Kansas sucks.
I've sprained my ankle three times since the beginning of softball.
I'm still allergic to the fucking bluebonnets.
My shoulders suck.
I'm designed for porn?
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Went to Wichita, Kansas for ISAS, an arts festival thing. It was cold, rainy, muddy and windy. Otherwise filled with fail.
Uh, I beat up my ankle some more, never during softball. I guess I may have sprained it a fourth time walking up stairs, god damn it.
So congested. Seriously. God likes to spite me. I move to Texas, "SURPRISE! Bluebonnets! You're allergic!"
Knots. So many knots. Can't make them go away. But the cracking noises scare people, which is fun.
I don't know. My friends determined this.
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That's about all. Squee.
Devious Comments
And slightly guilty.
At least I could comment on this one... the last one, no.
And, yes, Kansas sucks. I didn't mind the weather, really... but it wasn't exactly splendid.
Also, yeah, you're like, God's gift to the porno industry.
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You never really know what you have, until you lose it.
isn't it?
Poor jess...
I'm never going to Kansas again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
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