Listening - Bitch by Dope
We stole a surgical knife from Dr. Moosapanah today. o_0 Jill was trying to see if it was sharp so she was cutting the top of her arm. It was very sharp. So Nazle and I were tripping out yelling "ACH! STOP IT!" and "I knew you were a cutter!" She is the cutter in our little trio because she came in one day with "cat scratches" on her arm - the same day I came in with an allergy test for black hair dye on the inside of my elbow that looked like a bruise...yeah. I'm the shooter. Nazle is the popper because she takes too much medication. I took one of the surgical knives home with me (they're wrapped in sterile packages). Not that I would ever cut, I just felt like taking one. They're pretty. *_* And shiny. In other news, Nessa told me I'm not her type today. This saddens me, even though I'm straight. We'll always be each others bitches, though! *Sigh* One day I'll find the time to sit down and write something deep and meaningful in here. Just you wait.