Will you carry me when I'm broken up inside?
I'm in a shattered state
And my heart keeps breaking
I'm an island sinking
Slow and frail inside
I've tried to make this work
A thousand times
So don't walk away from me
I intend to complete seven four weeks of exercises over this weekend which is actually impossible with my flair for procrastination. Two more weeks of lecture followed by my final paper and I'll be done with this casually productive semester. I should be prepared for some hard core units next semester. And probably new classmates as well. Oh the lack of fraternizing skills!
I want my own house. I want my own kitchen and my own refrigerator. And I wanna stock it up with all things sweet and spicy. I want all my many bottles of sprinkles and my Fiesta Head Chefs. I wanna bake sugar cookies. Bakerella's highly inspirational.
