Peter Pan is miles away; which is bad news for Jacks Mannequin, good news for little boys.

Went to Walmart today. Was six inches away from my MP3 player once again. But it's too expensive.

How do you choose between skiing and Europe?
Why can't the people that deserve money have it?

Haha. Your ego has gotten out of control.
I meant my mom.

You know what's strange? When your parents and their friends unanymously decide that you're old enough to hear their sexual inuendos. When you're, say, making them Smurf hats out of felt for their Halloween costumes, and the hat looks suspiciously like some genitals. And they put the hat on and point it straight up, say "Hey, look, Very I'm Happy Smurf," and giggle like ten year olds. My goodness.

I have this nail polish that smells and tastes good.

I want to meet Michael Moore and give him a big hug.
Just to see if my arms fit around him.

I don't think he'd like that very much. I wonder if he's a huggy kind of guy.
Well, that's not the only reason I want to meet him. I think he's a genius. Whether his genius lies in fact or editing, I haven't decided. But he's still a genius.


Ooh. Holy forensics batman. I'm doing storytelling.
And I've got Joe.
Everyone else's got that girl.
And Peter looks like he hangs out at our high school all the time and takes notes on all the emo kids so he can be just like them.
Actually, he looks like he hides around corners and the emo kids take notes on he looks.
He's really funny, though.