I got my ticket to the Warped Tour yesterday! I wandered the house for half an hour trying to find the safest place to keep it that I wouldn't forget about it.
My very first rock concert. Billy! I promise I'm not going to flash my tits at him. Unless he asks nicely. And Dropkick Murphys! Maybe I'll buy some CDs, if they have any for sale.
I use facial expression instead. It's not very versatile (it only ever says "Oh, motherfucker? Now I'm going to have to fucking fuck you up.") but it seems pretty clear.
Bwah! May I tag? It amuses me muchly.
I know the ulcer-inducing queasiness of money issues all too well
I'm with JZ on this one; I feel you pain, and it fucking sucks.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ASKYE!!!
It's another gorgeous day here, and I should get my paycheck tomorrow! YEAH! I can buy gasoline, and food! And toilet paper and tampons! And maybe, JUST maybe....hair dye.
Happy Birthday, askye!
Woo-hoo, connie! Woo-fuckin'-hoo.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes!