INT. KISMET'S NEW BEDROOM: EVENING.
Our old house had an oleander tree in the backyard, and in the summer it smelled delicious but those flowers are poisoness. It's cliche in LA now to compare how everyone loves the smell of the flowers but they're so deadly to the lifestyle, at least I think anyway, that whole beautiful/deadly thing has been done to death.
No chance of that here. London's not really beautiful. Not like LA. It's just sort of old. There's no SUN. I'm FREEZING.
My hair is dripping red dye over the white towels.
XD
Word of the day is: glossolalia.
Gonna go ring the gang back home. Too utterly exhausted to be creative.
No chance of that here. London's not really beautiful. Not like LA. It's just sort of old. There's no SUN. I'm FREEZING.
My hair is dripping red dye over the white towels.
XD
Word of the day is: glossolalia.
Gonna go ring the gang back home. Too utterly exhausted to be creative.