designer punk- steve madden combat boots. if shoes could talk: "save me!" yes, they're that trashed from being worn all the time. and yes, i am wearing striped socks.

pillow on samhain. ^__^ she was a gothic doll. we couldn't get our fangs to work.

meow? why are you taking pictures of me? who are you? what's going on?

...

who cares. where's my catnip?

you again? eh? i still don't know what's going on...

catnip?

i hate you all.

yes, that's me smiling in a picture.

like the hair?

two in a row. wow. and with cast and everything.

icicles, i tell you, icicles.

play rehearsal- we were practicing by jingo. i /still/ know that bloody song.

"louder, girls, louder!"

"..."

"smile!"

aww. isn't it just so cute that you want to throw up?

...

hey!

shoes!

you know what's the worst feeling in the world?

when someone you thought you could trust, someone who you told secrets to, someone you thought of as a sibling, betrays you.

when they know what you've been through- and when a guy grabs your tits, doesn't step in even though they know you can't say anything that will make him stop.

when you say you're sick of it and are going to the office to report it- they threaten to get you back for it.

when they decide that you're not worthy of their friendship.

there are a few kinds of people in this world that i can't stand, and traitors, liars, and cheaters are among them.

ricky, you are a traitor, a liar, and a cheater. may you get what you deserve.

and to think you called yourself my friend.

-noelle