I should be shaking the stars instead of hugging the dirt
Introducing your dear Rose:
Now! With even less to say!
Life's been going as casually as ever.
I've no amusing anecdotes, and nothing all that interesting to tell about.
But things have been going better.
I've been going better.
I think my mother's gone a bit insane.
I'm in the process of reading 'American Psycho'. Its pretty bitchin'. But the authour is too good at creating stressful situations with dialouge than should be healthy, and my god what the fuck is the difference between an Armani and a Christian Dior attaché, I implore you?
If I ever do know the answer to that question, please drive a switchblade into my eyeball. Preferably deep enough to reach my precious frontal lobe.
I wrote something and it took me just that long to realize that I can't write. Ah well, it shall continue on, anyhow.
So it goes.
Now! With even less to say!
Life's been going as casually as ever.
I've no amusing anecdotes, and nothing all that interesting to tell about.
But things have been going better.
I've been going better.
I think my mother's gone a bit insane.
I'm in the process of reading 'American Psycho'. Its pretty bitchin'. But the authour is too good at creating stressful situations with dialouge than should be healthy, and my god what the fuck is the difference between an Armani and a Christian Dior attaché, I implore you?
If I ever do know the answer to that question, please drive a switchblade into my eyeball. Preferably deep enough to reach my precious frontal lobe.
I wrote something and it took me just that long to realize that I can't write. Ah well, it shall continue on, anyhow.
So it goes.