Pantine is a Delicacy

Eh, c'est moi! In the polka-dot monster I could not live without. No, I did not take this myself, unlike... actually, I'm not in an insulting mood today... I also look like a 10-year-old here, but what can you do?

In other news I had a dream Jack Sparrow was chasing me and my friend trying to smell our hair. I rain off the Black Pearl (which was tied up) and all around the wharf going "EEEEEE!!!" Eventually, I failed to see the point and I stopped and he was quite nice. He said pirates don't get to smell shampoo often, because they're always out at sea. So I hugged him and he smelled like really warm leather and cinnamon. And my friends were all "LEIK OMG! h0r!" And then I woke up.

Not much else is going on- I'm having trouble accepting the fact that there's only one month of summer left. And this time, there's no killer Green Day concert to end it with a bang. (psst AFI come to Ottawa!!). My god I wish I lived in San Fransisco. I also wish I was born in 1970, so I guess it's useless to wish once you've been born. I won't mention the ninjas then...

Death to fruit flies,
Erin