those gingerbread cookies smell lie they came right out of the oven

Dec 24, 2008 00:57

merry christmas guyyys.

or happy holidays or whatever

my mind is a mixing bowl of past presents and futures and im starting to get confused as to which is which.

i want to spend all my money on clothes, so i don't feel so horribly plain in new york. i want to stand out - somewhere!

i am going to be swallowed by the masses and imburse myself in studying or lounging.

maybe me life will be complete when my hair has grown down to the middle of my back.

edit: i have taken about 6mg of klonopin and am not really feeling better. when will my anxiety cease! all that is ceasing is my ability to type properly. i have vivid ideas of being famous because i am in a dream like state. when i wake up from this dream it will be sad that i am too old to be famous this day and age. plus my nose.
strangers have said i have the face of someone that should be famous. maybe i will do it guerilla style. whats that even mean?

you are my sunshineeeee
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