So! i'm supposed to be in the shower. But i'm obviously not. This no job thing is killing me. I woke up @ 6:30 texted him. slept woke up @ 12 some thinggg texted him slept. Now i'm finally awake at 4. feeling disgusting. I ate a box of whoppers for breakfast. They're gone.
anyfreaking who... no one informed me that they sell Doc Martens @ Journeys. I mean it's like i knew... but I didn't. So I just called Sarah for extra verification && hit up that website. :) lalalalalalalala... hmmm. <3
they tickle me, gimme butterflies && stuff insideeee. I'm still dying for those GOLD ones... but since their unfindable, <----word? i'm not rich && not in London, I'll be settling. I finally wrote a SMALL piece about my first lover, i'm just waiting to put it up... WHY?! who the freak knows. But when something as tragic and life changing and important as the mess I went through with him happens... the words that come out never sound painful enough or good enough or like touching enough... knowwhatimtambat? anywhoooo. the shower is calling. I smell like the unexplainable. :) tooooootles. && Peace. <3