Sometimes I get home and look at my sink and see dirty dishes, and I go over and I wash them.
In a minute or so they are done and I go and sit down.
Then, other times I get home and I look at my sink and see dirty dishes and I say fuck you dishes.
Why would you do that to me.
Then I circle the room looking at these offensive rude disgusting beasts that are interrupting my day. Fuck you. Fucking fuck you dishes. I fucking hate you. How dare you sit there in your own filth waiting for me to do something about you. Fuck you.
ohh gosh, thank you so much for your lovely words, i probably shouldn't be complaining about it on my blog hahaha but yeah it kinda badly sucked.
ReplyDeleteyou were amazing though, your songs are gorgeous and your costumes!
i think i saw a flyer for you but i can't find it anywhere, do you have a myspace or anything, oh wait, i see a link here, yay!