i'm coming to find you, if it takes me all night, wrong until you make it right
And I won't forget you, at least I'll try. I can't believe I didn't find this song 'til recently. And just so you know I recently declared the Killers to be my favourite band. I literally like all of their songs. I can't wait til Christmas cause I'll be getting Sawdust.
So I should probably be doing some work or at least something more productive but I'm tired and am going to bed soon and though I'd drop in here first.
I've had some mope recently over guys (as usual) but at least I know where I stand on my feelings. Darn two people who have the first initial J. I swear *somebody* better not do *things* noisly. Other than that I'm good. I can't believe I finish term in 10 days. And I have work to do before then... oh. Fun.
So basically I'm lost in my own little romantic world right now which is half nice, half torturous so I try to just default back to Jake Gyllenhaal. Ah yes... *ponders* That little messed up fantasy world ends up in us having children. How scary.
Now I guess I'll just have to be content with texting Jamie and pondering what James is *really* doing upstairs.
(Ps. I major failed nanowrimo)
(Pps. SYLAR IN A TOWEL)
So I should probably be doing some work or at least something more productive but I'm tired and am going to bed soon and though I'd drop in here first.
I've had some mope recently over guys (as usual) but at least I know where I stand on my feelings. Darn two people who have the first initial J. I swear *somebody* better not do *things* noisly. Other than that I'm good. I can't believe I finish term in 10 days. And I have work to do before then... oh. Fun.
So basically I'm lost in my own little romantic world right now which is half nice, half torturous so I try to just default back to Jake Gyllenhaal. Ah yes... *ponders* That little messed up fantasy world ends up in us having children. How scary.
Now I guess I'll just have to be content with texting Jamie and pondering what James is *really* doing upstairs.
(Ps. I major failed nanowrimo)
(Pps. SYLAR IN A TOWEL)