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sipping baileys on the rocks because i've run out of wine (Where's Jesus when you need him? I've got a bathtub full of water). Listening to the gayest music imaginable. Thinking too much for my own good again.
It seems i am still very much myself.
I think I want a ciggarette but I don't really. What I want is cheap wine, a little dance and to talk about inane things like fingernails and blue thread.
Satre was right... we don't actually live in the real world. But does it matter? Does it matter that we like pink glossy lips and stupidly fake porn? Does it matter that everything continually tumbles into the cluches of cliche-dom? Probably not.
And oh... my computer is fixed and i found me my eyeliner. whooopeedoo.
It seems i am still very much myself.
I think I want a ciggarette but I don't really. What I want is cheap wine, a little dance and to talk about inane things like fingernails and blue thread.
Satre was right... we don't actually live in the real world. But does it matter? Does it matter that we like pink glossy lips and stupidly fake porn? Does it matter that everything continually tumbles into the cluches of cliche-dom? Probably not.
And oh... my computer is fixed and i found me my eyeliner. whooopeedoo.