My face feels spiked out. Ew,
So, something small that could become a larger project is my room.
My room looks like a rainbow went to a party because all of his friends were going.
He didn't actually want to go but he was feeling left out and uncool. And peer pressure can be a bitch.
Anyways, his rainbow friends got him to the party and were bound and determined to get him drunk that night. So they figured that filling him with shots and beer would be a great idea!
And it was! The rainbow got so drunk he talked to himself in a bathroom mirror for the remainder of the night.
He did this for so long he lost track of time and everyone eventually left the party without him.
The rainbow staggered out of the bathroom, slurring the half remembered names of the friends who left him behind in this shameful state. The room was spinning.
And by this point the rainbow was feeling really sick.
Unfortunately the party was in my room.
And, without warning, the rainbow threw up all over it.
I guess if any of you happen to know me, you'd probably figure that I like it this way.
But I don't. Rainbow throw up is not my deal.
So my first order of business in tiny goal land is to bring some order to my skittle princess bedroom. This should be fun!
:D Exciting, hey?
HEY. I never said these goals would always be interesting!
I believe I made sure to disclaim that in the last blog entry.
Suck it up this is happening!
1 comments:
i am commenting! to create activity on these blogs!
also because your story was adorable. and i'm now wondering due to our potentially vast network of really decent writers who don't post often enough if we should create some sort of mega-blog with which we could conquer the internet.
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