Monday, September 29, 2008

He war, he war

A woman in the shopping centre whispered to her husband "He looks like Jesus" as I walked by. I should have said "She looks like a cheap plastic bag full of lumpy custard rolled in cat fur in a pair of skin coloured nylons" to Alecia. I didn't as I only thought of that two weeks later.

A kid in my class said I looked like the lead singer of Nickleback. Worst comment ever.

I'm listening to Fuckbuttons. I wish I was floating in a luke warm constellation. Sometimes I can't wait to get back to my home planet.

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