Jun 05, 2004 19:10
I'm gonna die alone and sad.
That's it.
I quit.
I can't take it any more.
Perhaps I should eat myself into an early grave...it would be a fun way to go
Weather (Literal) Southwesterlies
metaphorical: Clear, cold, the kind of night that makes the stars look white and blurry
Song of the Day: To Be Young, Ryan
Reason for never dating agin number 237: Boys get smelly quite easily, and that's yuk.