Oh hi thereee, you come here often?

I should be blabbering about how I'm feeling, what stupid things I do to others and my self, what's good, what's bad. > What's totally random and none of us could really give a flying crap about. - But I seem to be quite blank, as in, what the shit am I supposed to go on about today? Regardless, here I am. Nagging you silly, 'cause I know you like it oh-so much.

Pretty in pink? Not so much? Yeah, well. I do look kinda awesome if you look away from the fact that I'm accidentally (!!!!!) making pouty lips. Also, my bra says nice to meet you. I could have taken a new photo, pulled my top up, not going for the 14-year old lip pose, but hey, what's cooler, taking a million photos or just go with the first one? Yeah, I said it.

Oh and this picture below, is the fatso, in all, aaaall it's glory. Weird referring to myself as "it"? Well, fuck you.

And you ask, hey Lina, where's the lyrics for this post? Well, to be honest, I have no idea what lyrics to use, it feels like I've used them all. So I'm just gonna say, I feel lost in the supermarket, and that I wish I just could go over to Susan's house. And yes, I've got a feeling, if it's a good or bad one, I'll probably find out soon. In a strange way I hope I'm really sick, cancer for the cure, seeing I'm constantly dizzy miss lizzy. And please, please, please don't go.