Wednesday, August 10
Saturday, August 6
"Having Sex with Actions" pt. 1
Thursday, August 4
I'll let you in on a secret. "You're" and "your" are the same word. Just like how "key" is a homonym, means two things, right, means...you know...in a lock. And in music. Two different things, same word. Your is one of those words too. Apostrophe-r-e, that's bullshit. That's just another stupid rule we had to memorize to keep us in check. Same thing with "they're" and "their." "I'll" and "aisle" are two different words, though. And I’ll is a safe word. In the word I'll, your guarded. I, that is you when you write it, is guarded by two l's. And l's are imposing letters. Did you know that? Did you know that letters have different personalities? Y is athletic, K is artistic, M is lethargic, and R is self-conscious. And L...l is the tough letter. Even the lowercase one. Surprising, isn't it? Scrawny thing, you'd think it'd be a pot-head or a volley-ball player.
Thursday, February 3
Tuesday, January 18
Monday, January 17
Wednesday, January 12
Friday, January 7
JS
Sunday, January 2
Friday, December 31
last day of 2010
Monday, December 27
Saturday, December 25
not everyone got a tamagotchi
and a happy new year
Sarah is laying on reindeer
everybody having fun fun at disney that night
christmas merry
christmas
jesus christ
send just a bitch
in my face
Friday, December 24
Thursday, December 23
Wednesday, December 22
Tuesday, December 21
Another dreadful day has passed in the Annex. Father has forbidden me to suck on mommy's breasts for good. He says that I am too old. I'm only 13!! Breast milk is the bestest juice in the world. Heck, it's the best thing in the world. I wouldn't trade breast milk for a million melons. Fuckin' Hell, I wouldn't trade breast milk for anything except for an end to this dreadfully, dreadful war.
Love,
Anne









