My Head Itches Like Osama's Crotch

I have realized that creative juices inside of me were running dry and I needed to have a new outlet - thus, i decided that journals were the answer. Especially since we can have super cool skins and stuff.

Whaai the title you may ask? Well, studying art theory does crazy shizz to one's head. Don't get me wrong, it is interesting, but hey, there is only so interesting the feudal system can get. Like, for instance, there is only so interesting the back of a person's head can get. You know, that person's head that you stare at all day, wondering how the hell they get they're hair tied up like that, when your hair just mooshes into a damned mess that you curse and yell profanities at. Yes, hair tying is a mission for me. I consider pulling it off and wearing it as a boob tube regularly.

Yesterday, I had the strangest urge to simply stick a pin in myself. So I did. And it was fun. And that's all I have to say about that.

And now, i would love to put stamps in my journal. Alas, I have as much knowledge on this as a porcupine with rabies - which means I'm spiky and frothy...kinda sounds like my grandmother.

Simply HUH-mazing stamps