the lashings will continue until moral improves
i dont want to go to work tomarrow. i want to sit at home and paint like a mad fiend.. and then nap.
why cant i just have things my way? *insert sad whimpring noises* work eats my soul and i miss going to school.
the roomate continues to drink, but i dont realy see her much, and there are no men.
and that man has returned. it makes my throat hurt and my eyes sting. i wish him less than happy fuzzies
Poll extra special blah blah blah 15
i still want to go paint, we have canvas biger than me, and its begging for an analogus family of reds.. reds and crumpled silk.
why cant i just have things my way? *insert sad whimpring noises* work eats my soul and i miss going to school.
the roomate continues to drink, but i dont realy see her much, and there are no men.
and that man has returned. it makes my throat hurt and my eyes sting. i wish him less than happy fuzzies
Poll extra special blah blah blah 15
i still want to go paint, we have canvas biger than me, and its begging for an analogus family of reds.. reds and crumpled silk.