Draw Patterns of Suicide On Each Other's Wrists, Then Trace It With Razorblades...
I should stop playing with razorblades...
Righto, enough of that. I feel crappy, and so to celebrate this marvellous fact, Steph and I went and saw Hating Alison Ashley. Now, I have to admit first up, I really enjoyed it. Plus it was funny without being gay, and Australian without being stereotypically bogan. ... And I cant be stuffed to write this up to night, tomorrow night maybe
Cut Up Angels...
Righto, enough of that. I feel crappy, and so to celebrate this marvellous fact, Steph and I went and saw Hating Alison Ashley. Now, I have to admit first up, I really enjoyed it. Plus it was funny without being gay, and Australian without being stereotypically bogan. ... And I cant be stuffed to write this up to night, tomorrow night maybe
Cut Up Angels...
posted by Caity | 11:26 PM
1 Comments:
Hmmm...I am disturbed by the title of this post...You must think happy thoughts. For a REALLY happy thought, see my blog, re:trinne.
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