My room is a field of sunflowers. (My parents are ridiculous ( Read more... )

Oh I see Oh I say a livejournal entry--she must be bored. Or worse, bored at home.

Today I told Franny about how I freaked out at the end of October, and so decided to smoke too much and have a miserable month of November. Her response: "You handled that like a depressed poet." I love my sister.