Teach Me How to Frolic

Teach me how to frolic
Teach me teach me how to frolic
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
All the ponies want me
All the all the ponies want me
You ain't messin' with my unicorn

Or something like that.
Lyrics by my best friend 4EVA, Sethicus.
Our friendship consists of a wide variety of abuse. It's great, really.
I swear, he is like a magnet for estrogen. Yet he's always referred to as the creepy guy with long hair.
Oh well.

I'm not a magnet for estrogen, but my hair is just as long as his and I can be just as creepy! Perhaps it is because I am of the female persuasion. Le sigh. Oh, life.

Speaking of songs, I am required to make an education music video with a group and there's going to be a rap portion. Please take a gander:

Wave your arms from side to side.
Step back, mothaf*****, this is how we ride!
Forget this pansy, autotune crap.
Let me educate you with my righteous rap.

Do you fancy? Good. So do I.

I went to a party because I like to party harty and there was some major shhhhhhhh!eet goin' down (not really actually), man, for serious. But there was a unicorn cake so all was well.

Except there was an abundance of glitter. By the next day I felt like I could lactate/excrete/barf glitter because it was everywhere. By everywhere I mean that I think someone got glitter in my soda and I drank it. All. (I drank perhaps ten sodas. I can feel the diabetes flowing through my veins.)

Also hot tubbin' is a good time. But whenever I go hot tubbin' the temperature change makes me sick which is not a good time at all. Sadface.

SUBJECT CHANGE I like trading cards so I'm going to make some of my friends because I don't have a life yay.

Peace out homies. Word to your mother.