operatic theatrics

heretical clams on plates served with buttered cilli.

if that doesn't wet your appetite, i think nothing will.

school has become such a drag (queen).

i just wish that some rich old uncle from minnesota inherits me his everything and i'll buy an island off the coast of virginia and live happily.

and of course, family and friends are invited and we can drink mango juice and eat wild sheeps.

payau-payau mango.

on a final note: i wish upon a falling star that somehow or rather that 500 trillion will be in my account by tmr.

please? meh.