About Me
I'm here to shake things up yo. I mean you people are most obviously suffering from some serious lack of taste and decency, and of geometry for that matter. Plus you have way too much time on your hands. Go do your homework. Pack a lunchbox, get a manipedi, something. Breakdancing? Come on, why not candy raving while we're at it? Get with the times! It's all about tight jeans, eye liner for men, big hair, beards, and sedimentary glam chic. Stand around, don't dance, for the love of Hanz Storheimehn! None of that twirling around, getting filthy rolling around in drunk people's spittoon (aka the dancefloor), gettin up dizzy and looking around to see who's woo wooing you and giving you props.... Dear heaven, my little kittens, props have been out for months now. I mean, anyone for NYC? It'll do you some good my pumpkins because, seriously, this whole thing reeks of Oshawa slash London Ontario slash St-John New Brunswick crass. There IS a world out there...??? Pffffffff good thing you've got me, your style goddess... i'm that big fat slap accross the face with a two by four covered in cement and broken glass that you need. What I need... is a cigarette. Right now. In the meanwhile here's a quote for you. "Size? Who knows! All I know is: it's big if it feels good, it's too big if it hurts, it's small if you can't feel it, and it's too small if you can't find it." That, honestly, is 100% Rosie, and she's a lesbian. Let THAT sink in for a while. There, now you've got it, that stumped mouth open "duh" look: THAT'S sedimentary glam chic! I'm going to sedimentarily stand beside my plants and blow toxins on them, a toxin sharing chic choochwaying moment. And, just so we understand each other before I'm gone: I'M the bitch here, so piss off! xx Kissies ; )
