Disclaimer- My bubes are real, however the contract I'm holding with proof
that I own Harry Potter stuff and Hershey Chocolate Inc. is not. Darn. I'd
rather have the fake bubes. LOOK OUT PAMELA!!!
A/N-- I just won the live stage acting award today!!!!!!!!!!!! I made it up the rope!!!!!!!! Go meeeee!!!! [Starts dancing in weird ways] Brother walks in. "NatsterSugerRush. Stop. Just stop before you hurt someone." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Look at all the colours! Wow! A giant tub of strawberry cream cheese for me???? Look at that chocolate pool!!!! Wow!!!! Look all the records I ever wanted!!!!!!!!! Look at the sunflower field! I'm going to run around and spin in it! Wow it'll be the like the Sound of music, or some other musical! OOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Look at all this money and gift certificates!!!!!!!! And...no you did'nt! It's...it's...it's...OH my god!!! It's Mlijah Mood!!!!!! KISS ME BABY!!!!!
"Lily! Hurry up and eat! You'll be late for your Broadway premiere!"
"Which one? I've lost count of which one is when."
"You know that one, what's it called again??? Oh, yeah! Beauty and the Beast. "
"Which one is tomorrow?"
"Oh you know that movie one."
"I really don't care as long as there is popcorn."
"Alright. Candy too?"
"Of course!"
She walks away. I dig in. [You know it!] Stating the obvious.
"Oh look! The colours are swirling around me! Look. SOOOOOOOOOOO pretty! Wow and they are all mixing and shit! It's like a fricken colour wheel! I once saw modern art like—Daddy?!" I start to hyperventilate and sink to the floor hoping beyond all hope that for once in my life the red hair won't be seen. Don't draw attention! God Damn it!! Why couldn't I be some kind of brunette??????????
Run. I'm going to run this time. I'm getting away. Forever and ever. You will not get me. You will not lie me down and rape me. You will not.
Ok. I'm leaving. I'm running. I'm running. I'm running!!!!! Why aren't I running????????? I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't feel. I can't. My legs won't do anything. Please. I have tears running down my face. I can't prevent and do what I want. I can't even curl my toes in fear.
A/N-- I just won the live stage acting award today!!!!!!!!!!!! I made it up the rope!!!!!!!! Go meeeee!!!! [Starts dancing in weird ways] Brother walks in. "NatsterSugerRush. Stop. Just stop before you hurt someone." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
Look at all the colours! Wow! A giant tub of strawberry cream cheese for me???? Look at that chocolate pool!!!! Wow!!!! Look all the records I ever wanted!!!!!!!!! Look at the sunflower field! I'm going to run around and spin in it! Wow it'll be the like the Sound of music, or some other musical! OOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Look at all this money and gift certificates!!!!!!!! And...no you did'nt! It's...it's...it's...OH my god!!! It's Mlijah Mood!!!!!! KISS ME BABY!!!!!
"Lily! Hurry up and eat! You'll be late for your Broadway premiere!"
"Which one? I've lost count of which one is when."
"You know that one, what's it called again??? Oh, yeah! Beauty and the Beast. "
"Which one is tomorrow?"
"Oh you know that movie one."
"I really don't care as long as there is popcorn."
"Alright. Candy too?"
"Of course!"
She walks away. I dig in. [You know it!] Stating the obvious.
"Oh look! The colours are swirling around me! Look. SOOOOOOOOOOO pretty! Wow and they are all mixing and shit! It's like a fricken colour wheel! I once saw modern art like—Daddy?!" I start to hyperventilate and sink to the floor hoping beyond all hope that for once in my life the red hair won't be seen. Don't draw attention! God Damn it!! Why couldn't I be some kind of brunette??????????
Run. I'm going to run this time. I'm getting away. Forever and ever. You will not get me. You will not lie me down and rape me. You will not.
Ok. I'm leaving. I'm running. I'm running. I'm running!!!!! Why aren't I running????????? I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't feel. I can't. My legs won't do anything. Please. I have tears running down my face. I can't prevent and do what I want. I can't even curl my toes in fear.