
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