The scene hath been disrupted

Just talked to Sherri. Tomorrow we shall dance in allies hopefully with a Goth. She told me of "stepping into the party and disrupting the whole scene." As well as live gurnals and blaugs. I bet she totally reads mine like everyday. I bet she's totally like reading mine like right now, and smearing pumpkin pie on her face like feces, wild eyed, and giggling like a mental patient. There is probably pie all over the computer keys, and when she is finished with her spasmodic glee she will lick it off the keys. Then she will go to her room panting, curl up in the fetal position, and calmly cradle a picture of me. Sick. Sure do love her.