A dying day of application(s) and fixing my breasts all the way there and back. I left my deoderant uncapped for hours and can't quite tell if any soft scent has left it--how will my sweaters smell like girl now? I have to stop listening to this creepy music--it doesn't belong to me--hello friend; it’s staining my face, reek of raw, oiled carrots. No more sleepless nights! As if I’m not horny enough already, first class needle in the hay. Regulation one: headphones give it too much air.
(I'm feeling flashy only because I'm tired, and I'm sorry)
Posted by caroline at May 31, 2006 1:38 AM