this is a story about my girlfriend mary-jane

so.

so so so.

so so so so so so so so so.

I'm time delaying,

as I have too much revision to do.

so I'm listening to some trippy-ass music and sketching my facepaint ideas in an effort to avoid it.

I'm burying my head in the sand.

ostrich-chic.

phwoar, what a looker.

On the downside, I'm officially having chicken super-noodle withdrawl symptoms. I get all antsy when I walk past a co-op, and haven't got enough money for them. I think soon I may have to start finding myself a noodle-dealer and just take a hit straight into my vein. Inject some of the chickeny-flavour sauce right in there. I seriously think I'm just going to live off them throughout university. omnomnom.

Oh look, a baby ripping its way out of a woman's head.

This is braindead. Obviously.

AND IT'S COMING IN THE POST AS WE SPEAK.

Gosh, I just love Danny's play account. And I love splatter films.

it's a winning combination. booyah.

chus.