WingedLizards

WingedLizards

I've decided to call anyone who makes the decision to follow me and take the time to read my stories  a Pizza Roll. Because, 1. I love pizza rolls just like every one of you, 2. Pizza rolls are awesome, like you guys, and 3. While there are only  a few of you guys, everyone knows you can't just eat "a few" pizza rolls. No, when you eat pizza rolls, you make a plate of about five... then put about five more plates of five pizza rolls in. I know that the pizza roll family will grow. Anyway, hope you have a great evening (Or morning, afternoon, and whatever kind of time zone you live in).

WingedLizards

I'm not a picture perfect girl. I don't have a perfect body, perfect face, perfect laugh, perfect hair, or perfect smile. They're all original. My own. Sometimes I think, why can't I have a better body type or not a screwed up smile. I know why, but I still wish. And maybe I thought you might have seen the good in me. Maybe I thought you might feel the same way I feel about you. But no, you went for the girl with the perfections. I hope you're happy.
          
          ~The One Who Hides

WingedLizards

So this morning I had an epic jazz band concert with a stage and everything. In the middle of one of the pieces where me and the only other trombone have the melody, my music falls off. No big deal. But when I went to pick it up, my slide fell off. I kinda died right then and there.