Friday, November 14, 2008

Theatre 4301

I'm in love an 8th grader. (no, not the previously mentioned whore, it was a guy)

I'm getting a tatoo. Not sure what or where yet. I'll probably change my mind.

I'm getting a nose ring. A nice diamond stud, but I might wait until runny nose season is over and then change my mind on that one too.

These are the results of attending my first ever DMS school-wide assembly. Complete and utter peace of mind, body, and spirit. Aah, sweet eurythmia, take me away.

4 comments:

Marie said...

Uhhh, yeah? What? Kids talk about that stuff in 8th grade? I think I am disgusted.

Moke, Mom and Dad - The Lightburne Family said...

Thus another reason I DO NOT attend Morgan's Power House! Too many scary students come walking out of her school. I'm glad she's a dork!

Rachel said...

I don't get it. Please help the slow one.

Bridget said...

Is this what 8th Graders say? And Do? Scary. I don't like to think about things like that. But eventually you do.