Randomocity

I want to have a martini.
Mostly because of the olives on the little toothpick.

I look cute today, and my teeth have been professionally cleaned.
Not a cent has been spent. This is good.

And I have discovered a book that is everything I want to know about linguistics without having to take a mostly-boring and difficult semester class. Interesting, to boot!

Boots...tan or black or red or orange.

I want to be a beat-nick. Or date a beatnick. Just so I can run my hands over their black-turtle-necked chest.

And a punk, blue-streaked hair, small Asian girlfriend, please. Because she is out there, and really hot.

But I can just start with that martini.