stranded on saturn

I just got finished staring at my knee, I have been staring at my knee for the past hour, because a huge mysterious bruise appeared on my body, and I am just so fascinated by all the colors this bruise contains, it looks kind of like a rainbow Omega Nebula. I am currently in my messy room, wearing a pastel pink wig, in the style of a bowl cut. And I am now wondering who wore this wig before me. I think this is interesting. Like when I walk into a thrift shop , and I find this lovely shoulder padded dress for $8.75, I just stare at it,but I I don't think about what shoes I am going to wear with it, or anything like that, but I wonder who are all the people who wore this before. Who knows, maybe a beautiful gay rich boy who has a fascination with blood and bows, or maybe an insecure anorexic chick,possibly Lady Gaga tried this dress on,purchased it,then decided she hated it,threw it on the streets of Manhattan.Then a homeless guy picked it up, tried it on, but it didn't fit him right, so he decided to bring it to GoodWill(something like that).Or maybe this dress has never even been worn by anybody. Hmmm.





Though everybody(if anybody) most likely stopped reading my nonsense after the first sentence, I would just like to apologize for not making any sense at all.I don't even understand what I write most of the time.I am now going to edit my Blogger profile,eat cold pizza,drink lots of green tea with red food coloring in it, so it looks a bit like I'm drinking blood , and then I am going to read old Goosebumps books. xo?