Thursday, October 20, 2005, 2:09 AM
You still don't understand.
And it looks like you never will.
I shall just slip into the mould
You made for me.
Because there's no fighting it.
You're right.
Im the worst ever.Sleeping eating working.
My gawd.
I'm growing fat.
The horror.
Looks like we're moving house.
I don't know whether to hate you.
Or give you sympathy.
I don't know whether to prove you wrong.
Or agree to your conditions of my being.
I don't know anything anymore.
That includes studies and floorball.
I got a small bottle of remy martin.
so fucking cute.
The advantages of working
In the F&B line.
=>
let’s doodle
