Arachne in Blunderland

Your Organic Hatred

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LIVE ON THE MURDER SCENE! In twenty-four hours, I'll be on my couch, watching my favorite mainstreamers being all kinds of 'punkemo' glory... On my own TV screen. *jerseyaccent* Oi, High School Auditorium? Are you ready to ROCK!?!

I have all my crap for this stupid thing on Saturday... Grarg...

Oh, but darlings, I have never felt more... Wanted (and don't get pervy with that). D____ is... I cannot describe. I have never felt like just seeing someone could make my day. Even if they have irrational fears about my fidelities. *eyesroll* Do I just come off as conditional? (Hmm... imagine that.)

I understand that I don't look or seem like I trustworthy person. I can live with this because in some instances I simply CAN'T be. But please, don't forget that I'm as good a person as I can handle right now and if that's not enough I'm sorry. I AM a bad person. I'll say it again and again.

But D____, please don't worry about James. It turns out he's a creepy little widget after all. And please forget anything I've ever said about Mr. Macias. It would seem he's just too... Christian to be anything to me.

Ugh... I had a major topic for tonight but I've forgotten it.

But tomorrow, I'll be the girl with the 'blood' running down her shirt, who doesn't speak a word.

*TheAboveStated*

Oh, and Mikki? I meant every word... And I hope you like it. *smilesweakly*