Everybody is somebody's fool.

'Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.'

-Robert Frost

Torchwood are awesome.

Yesterday in Art, i split yogurt down the side of my face and blazer. Joe and Josh laughed... it looked so wrong.

I take back what i said on monday about pile-ons, yesterday (tuesday) was the msot painful one yet, and also the most kinky.
My leg and ribs were broken and Foley broke his diaphyrm (like a uterus)

I don' think the haunting image of Foley's never-ending black hole (yes... in his crotch) will ever leave my mind... so yeah... thanks for the (kinda) T-bag.

Um Foley, i'm guessing you're so heavy because of your huge (man-killing) schlong??

Nikki tastes better than Foley. FACT.

Flo-Monster is so sexy, we weren't seperate entities... we were one plane.

I'm considering giving up, it would be simplier, this stupid deluded hope is holding me back, i'm going nowhere.

I have a wisdom tooth, and on monday i am getting two fillings (my fifth and sixth i think) YAY.... the dentist said my skirt was eighties...
Never had him before, so i forgave him for not giving me a sticker.
At this farmy shop thing, had to choose between a shortbread duck and a gingerbread footballer. I choose the duck for numerous reasons
1.Ducks are more likely to win the world cup, let alone a match against Germany
2.I would rather spend time with a duck
3.Ducks are awesome

'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.'

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning