Its 5:30 in the morning, and I'm a little loopy. On, I am running on 4 hours of sleep. And two, I am sick.
I want ice cream.
my toe hurts.
my nose is sire from being blown so much.
I really like good charlotte.
I wish it would be about nine, so I could leave for church.
I'm hungry.
"There ain't no gentlemans to open up the doors. No ladies now, just pigs and whores. And even kids will kick your shins and give you sass." You know, I haven't seen chicago, but isn't one of the ladies that sings "Class" th one that murders her husband. Now, if that ain't classy, I don't know what is :-D.
Whitney won't be at church tomorrow. Sadness.
Sammy Keyes and the Hollywood Mummy made me scared because in ita girl gets suffocated in her sleep, and she bangs against the wall, but no one pays attention. Yeah, that would be the scariest thing in the world.
And call me naive, but whats a deuce? Because its in "Class" "Any girl wo'll touch your privates for a deuce." Yeah, good times.
Later Days!
~*~Claire~*~
Wearing:Candy cane pajama pants, and a white t-shirt.
Thinking:About how no one has class.
Listening: "Class" from the Chicago Movie Soundtrack.
Slapping:Whoever infected me with this cold.
Kissing:People with class.
Plugging: Melanie
Quoting:"I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I'm not."- Kurt Cobain