The Fish makes a Wish

random note on turning 17:

I feel like one of those baroque nude paintings, plump and pink, and without a doubt, nude. But unlike them, although I increase in age . . .  not in monetary value. Now I only have one more year left for my juvenile delinquent acts, and at the stroke of midnight on the next 2nd of March, it's me, myself and I from there on. It has been a great and momentous year for my social life despite the fact that I still stick out like a sore thumb with my batchmates. But what the heft . . . I can live with that.


*Blows Candles*


I want haagen dazs . . .