about The Silence of the Lambs
once upon a time, a girl named diana was sitting in her dorm room talking with one of her friends/deans, lauren. and lauren was wearing a really nifty shirt that diana liked quite a bit. so, she asked her where she got it from."why, from threadless. com, of course!" was lauren's reply. curious, diana went onto threadless.com and was awe-struck by all of the site's phenominal shirts. each one was witty, artistic, and original in its own special way. diana immmediately fell in love, most especially with one particular lime-green shirt called "the silence of the lambs". you see, diana had a rather morbid sense of humor, and the minute she was the shirt with its "either-you-get-it-or-you-dont" kind of style, she KNEW that she had to have it. but alas, diana was broke, and would remian broke for the next month or so. every day she would go to threadless.com, anxiously checking to make sure that her shirt didn't go out of stock before she could buy it. FINALLY, the day came when she could get enough $$ to buy the shirt. and after ordering it, every day she would watch the mailman for a big plastic container in which her shirt could be found. and when the mailman came at last, there was much rejoicing in diana's home. her beloved shirt is now in her possession, and will be with her until it falls apart. ... and they all lived happily ever after. THE END [: |
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All about me
likes: horses, art, photography, loud music, back-alley concert halls, coffee, tattoos, piercings, thunderstorms, singing, neon colors, joy rides, acting, sketching, cam whoring, indie kids, hippies, tye-dye, hemp and crochet, shredded jeans, wooden jewlery and laughter
dislikes: feta cheese, liars, hypocrites, fakes, posers, backstabbers, chauvanists, egotistical people, empty walls, the fact that i have a minor case of OCD, george bush, selfishness, wannabe's, emos and bigshots "i'm not here for a long time, just here for a good time ..." "reality doesn't impress me; i only believe in intoxication, in ecstacy. and when ordinary life shackles me, i escape, one way or another" |