tickle fight!

New tickle fight site, new fancy schmancy PDA phone, new fast fast fast macbook, new matching undies and bra, new I-would-tell-you-but-I’d-have-to-kill-you . . . new neeeew NEW. Right now I wish I could volunteer, shop, and drink champagne as occupation. It’s time for something new in that department, oh yes.

I’m in a random thought mood. I love my hairstylist. He is wild. My hair is wild. My dog just attacked my face and licked it like a lollipop. I have an urge to go to Vegas and wear high waisted pants. I have a strange desire to do 1,000 situps and 3.5 pushups. I’m sick of the predictable scene and The Seen and those who secretly and maybe not so secretly take themselves too seriously. I’m in love with like twenty people at this very moment. I swear it. People can be really nice and giving. I care if you’re nice, not if you’re photogenic or in. I think the smartest people are genuinely the nicest. I like smart. Sometimes I wonder if I’m smart. When people give instead of take, my eyes well up with tears. Shutup, I’m serious.

Maybe Coherent will pay tickle fight a visit after Rambles falls asleep.