Monday, March 10, 2014

I have no idea who he is but there's somebody named Pete Docter. 
Fucking awesome. 
Doctor Docter. 
Although, Pete is the weird names, why the fuck do you have an e in the end you can write I instead and it's over. 
Same with phoebe. 
The only reason that I know how to spell this name is because Maya corrected me after I called her friend fob/phob (sounds the same), I still do, but why the fuck did you put there an O. 
It's silent anyway. 
I hate silent words that are truly unnecessary. 
Best example?
I don't have now one, but there are thousands in names and Hebrew words. 

FUCK YOU. 
ZERO GOT THE MOST HAPPY CURLS IN THE WORLD. 
And this is what happens when I get emotionally bonded with objects/people. 
Although that it's flattened on the top. 
It's usually curl weight or weird sleeping (hanging like a by while your head lies on a pillow?)

....

I'm in school. 
I wore what I said il wear yesterday, I probably didn't tell you it, but this is how I look today. 

That weird facial expression was by accident. 
I just saw the light and I was tired and yeah...
At least it looks matching. 
And by the way, it was really weird to take a picture of myself (I'm not saying selfie until I find the Hebrew word for it, same with ritual and my S problem, and my H problem and my J problem).
The best thing about this mustache, that it moves when my lips move, and it's a preparation for a septum. 
I wonder if septumed people can wear those because they get inside your nose trills. 

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