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Occupation:
student
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Hobbies and Interests:
post cards, authenticity, summer camp, polaroids, mules, ginger ale, seasons, riding the bus.
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Favorite Books:
the heart is a lonely hunter, cunt, burn collector, dead man walking.
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Favorite Movies:
harold and maude, monsieur ibrahim, norma rae.
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Favorite Music:
elliott smith, iris dement, chris montez, bikini kill, jason molina, neutral milk hotel.
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Favorite TV Shows:
mash, mr. bean, rich girls.
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Who I Want to Meet:
summer camp enthusiasts
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it's fun yay.
ass. You're WRONG, Grandin. WRONG.
Char is my prom date. I hope she wears
a tux and pencils her brows; she'll
surely resemble a short Marlene
Dietrich. She's bouncy and eyeglassy
and likes clashing colors and oversize
chenille sweaters. She has the best
house I've ever seen. One time, me and
Jason went to Kroger with her late at
night and pretended that she was our
drunk child. Or, our excitable
prodigy.
duel... i would bet on weston.
and Charlotte had these cookies for
dessert and they looked really tasty
but she said before we could eat them,
she had to perform a ritual. So she
stood on the couch with her little
Charlotte feet sinking into the
cushions, held the cookies high above
her head and began chanting somthing
similar to what those crazy voices do
on the "Survivor" theme. Then she
passed them out to us individually,
forcing us all to say "Elmer's glue
shines around the world" before we
could indulge ourselves in their
sugary goodness. I thought that was
kinda weird, but otherwise Charlottes
is the bomb-diggity. And she'll
scream loudly at boys she thinks are
hot. Quite a mouth on this one.
remember you. Jerk face.
Hehehe...booyah.
hate her cat. This one time, we got
fucked up at her house and passed out
in her room to Velvet Underground. Oh
wait...that was a lot of times.
charlotte's window then she threw her
hair down for me to climb then we ate
the middle bowl of porridge and threw
the old witch in the oven and kissed
frogs, then...shit. that's all lies.
i'm going to go cry in my lj.
prom? because i do, every morning when
i wake up. i remember.