Self Induced Vanity coming up
i want that cozy, at-home feel of halifax. i want to step out on the roof with an after-eight hot chocolate [the mint] and a cigarette and enjoy the breeze of the east coast city; its smell; its interesting people.
I want to put the Ditty Bops on my shitty discman and walk to work across the commons and be completely complacent with that boredom.
I want to be independant and self-sufficient.
I want to sit ouside and read or play my guitar or watch maureen get drunk by herself.
I want to sit and have a really good conversation with jon.
I want to go out to coffee and actually enjoy who I'm talking to and be passionate and genuine about what we're talking of.
I want to get sick on candy.
I want to watch videos of myself poorly juggling.
I want to juggle....
I want to stretch out and sleep in my own bed.
I want to make a mess and leave it there and not care about respecting someone's space.
I want to see you. I miss you so much; it's disconcerting to feel that we're worlds apart.
I want that secret smile.
I want to flirt.
I want to see Neil! and be a silly little girl and hang out while he plays the piano.
I want to spend money on things from the Black Market and Shopper's and Garage.
I want not to care about finances and making rent and saving money, all the time
I want to have a few drinks and not feel guilty
I want to be a star.
I want to be a star.
I want to put the Ditty Bops on my shitty discman and walk to work across the commons and be completely complacent with that boredom.
I want to be independant and self-sufficient.
I want to sit ouside and read or play my guitar or watch maureen get drunk by herself.
I want to sit and have a really good conversation with jon.
I want to go out to coffee and actually enjoy who I'm talking to and be passionate and genuine about what we're talking of.
I want to get sick on candy.
I want to watch videos of myself poorly juggling.
I want to juggle....
I want to stretch out and sleep in my own bed.
I want to make a mess and leave it there and not care about respecting someone's space.
I want to see you. I miss you so much; it's disconcerting to feel that we're worlds apart.
I want that secret smile.
I want to flirt.
I want to see Neil! and be a silly little girl and hang out while he plays the piano.
I want to spend money on things from the Black Market and Shopper's and Garage.
I want not to care about finances and making rent and saving money, all the time
I want to have a few drinks and not feel guilty
I want to be a star.
I want to be a star.