My father is great.

But only when he buys me Ben and Jerry's. The other day we were driving back from dropping off the boyfriend (at like 11 at night :P) and my dad and I went to the local Quickie-Mart (that sounds like a weird sex thing) and we bought Ben and Jerry's for the hell of it. And then we watched mostly-legal movies till 2 in the morning.

And then got bitched out for not cleaning when my mum found the house in shambles the next afternoon, the two of us still in bed.

I really like this background.

If I wasn't fourteen and still living under my mum's strict cleanliness regimen, this is what my room would look like. Full of big framed photos, and nicely dilapidated. My room as it is, is modern in teal and lime green, full of art supplies, two guitars and stacks and stacks of books. It's a snapshot of me in roughly 6th grade when I wasn't so deeply morbid and still thought teal was the best thing in the world.

*chews on a teal painted fingernail*

But that's beside the point. I was just too unoriginal to come up with anything else to say.