sigh.
Summer is over. Come to think of it, it never even started. I can't find the sun anywhere.
But here's a picture of the only good thing that came from this vacation.
Vodka sounds Russian no?
No he's not cat, no he's not alive, and yes he is allergy free.
Jealousy is beneath me. It's rotten and it's poison and it's pointless. I'm not even jealous of Johnny Depp's French wife.
So imagine my surprise when a fucking saint (of ALL the things in the third dimension world to be jealous of) in a form of an 18 year old girl of pure porcelain skin and feather soft voice with an exquisite moral compass is able to make me feel all cacat and envious.
No no, not of the skin or the voice or the moral compass, but of the attention she seems to get no matter how hard she doesn't try.
Oh but I'm suuuure she has had a hard time fitting her bright shiny halo among her fucked up friends. (total sarcasm.)
(see I told you jealousy is poisonous.)
Oh and my best friend's all, 'I can't comment on your blog!' And I'm like 'Yes you can!'
I was too excited that she's reading my blog that I forgot to tell her how to leave comments.
It's down here, next to the time.
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