(no subject)
Some red wine smells like bread, or stains the mouth a deep purple. My toes ache from being scrunched into clearance rack work shoes, and I had to work till 1030 tonight. I have a bump on my eyelid, on my nose, on my shoulder. I did pilates yesterday. And ate two pieces of cake today. I don't like cake, but I've always wanted an ice cream cake. I don't know that you really care what I want. I haven't had one since I was seven, or eight. I also really enjoy frequenting the donut shop late nights after work. But I'm not really allowed. Torment is wearing three coats of waterproof mascara daily; because the fear of crying is ever-present. I am sad again. My apathy never wins out for long. Frantic yelps do nothing in locked up vehicles. But neither do I.