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so much happening and not enough…. here at work i don't get a moment to think, let alone write anything. My head is a little woozy with the question i have about the happy pills at the moment.
i love headswimming, evocative feelings, like listening to muted trumpets or how the start of 'west end girls' sounds when coupled with footsteps behind you in a subway. exciting things. this sounds like a cappucino kid sleevenote…
i like the way that tears prick your eyes when you think you might be in love but are too scared to follow through what that really means. i love meeting new friends and human whirlwinds
i hate still not being paid but i like looking at pictures of pablo aimar.
i'm a funny little crabette.
i love headswimming, evocative feelings, like listening to muted trumpets or how the start of 'west end girls' sounds when coupled with footsteps behind you in a subway. exciting things. this sounds like a cappucino kid sleevenote…
i like the way that tears prick your eyes when you think you might be in love but are too scared to follow through what that really means. i love meeting new friends and human whirlwinds
i hate still not being paid but i like looking at pictures of pablo aimar.
i'm a funny little crabette.