I did have the blues until very recently, but no more.
It's like outside the box, but instead outside the catalog, inside me. Or something.
Ahh yes, the old standby. Plus a pinch of insanity and a tablespoon of bad hair.
Hm. Moo.
Some days you do feel like this when your name is Bethie.
And some days you make interesting collages. Or at least I do. But this one's not mine. It's someone elses. Check.
Doesn't this girl just scream "Fun times!" ? Well, fun times, ugly wallpaper, scruffy guy, and bad bra choice.
TYPHOON BETH!! ROCK ON!!! DESTROY EVERYTHING IN YOUR PATH!!!!
Apparently someone is going to bash me. Or likes to bash me. Or wants to have a bash with me. Or wants to bash me. Or I want to bash. Possesively. Or something. Riiiight. Check. Again.
