Saturday, July 12, 2008

Hehe...

When woozy sleepy tired tired from stupid daddy waking me up at FIVE IN THE MORN (which is only 1.5 hrs after i fell asleep btw) I goes a teensy weensy little bit... stir-crazy. And start "replicating my personality" by making animated dolls. Haha. Be scared.

Dress Up Games, Doll Makers and Cartoon Dolls @ The Doll Palace


And you will not believe what just happened. First, let me tell you something. My room in approximately 258 degrees. I am sitting in Swamp Ass City, sweat pouring out from under my breasts like I have spigots installed there. And I want my fan. Which is in the other room. So, since i'm awake, which is not normal for 6 in the morning for me, I decide to get it. And practically shit my pants.

There is a turtle on the chair in the living room. A turtle! I am sitting there, freaking out, because how the hell did a turtle get in here!? And is it dead? Alive? Possibly diseased!? Oh, wait. It's fucking plastic.


Bravo, Chris. Don't you feel smart?