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I got dressed today even though I have no plans to leave the house (well, at least until 8pm). This is a very rare occurrence for me.
Yesterday I had the best voice lesson ever. I left it feeling very sexy and very powerful. Fuck man, it’s amazing what the breath can do. I rock.
Also yesterday, I was proposed marriage to by some man on the street. Instead of giving him a dirty look or laughing or just saying ‘no, thanks’ I told him that I was already engaged. Then he asked me where my engagement ring was if I was engaged. So I told him it was my non-existent fiancé’s mother’s ring and it’s being fitted. Then he said my non-existent fiancé was cheap for not getting me my own ring. So then I told him it wasn’t cheap, it was romantic and plus, we were going on a month long honeymoon all around Europe. Then I went back to work. I’m crazy.
Also, I’m pregnant with Hawksley Workman’s child. Okay, I’m not. But if I were, it wouldn’t be so bad.
Today I found the world’s sweetest picture of me as a little little girl asleep in my Daddy’s lap. It almost made me cry it’s so sweet, though I’m very emotional these days for some reason; so many things almost make me cry. But anyway, this picture is adorable and is currently beside my computer and will soon be up in my room. The end. No not the end. It’s so strange to look at it because my Dad hasn’t changed a bit except his hair is now more gray than black and he doesn’t have a mustache anymore (thank God) and I’m in diapers with a soother in my mouth and my pillow in my hand (after the fireplace accident). I’m completely different and my Daddy is the same. How do we grow so quickly and then stop? Okay, now the end.
I just took my assortment of pills for the day and am now feeling yucky because I haven’t eaten anything. Fuck you, pills.
“My heart it skips a beat when I behold/The light that's shining through your eyes of gold/From heavenly blood you seem to spring/From heavenly waters you can drink/I'll meet you on a day that never ends/I'll greet you in the way that heaven meant/You lay me down gently on the leaves/You cover me over in my sleep/I never did say I wish I could /I never could pray ‘cause it's just no good/I hope you don't break my heart of stone/I don't wanna scream out loud and wake up on my own/And as I close my eyes and the sky turns red/ I realize just what you are/You're an idler's dream and you're singing Shangri-la”
I didn’t write that. Noel Gallagher did. Perfect. It also wouldn’t be so bad to be pregnant with his child.
Can you tell that I’m bored? I never know what to do with myself when I’m at home with nothing to do. I’m an anxious person. Why isn’t anyone home to talk to me at 1:35pm? Ah well, I guess it’s just me and Hawksley and Noel and photographs and iron pills.
Yesterday I had the best voice lesson ever. I left it feeling very sexy and very powerful. Fuck man, it’s amazing what the breath can do. I rock.
Also yesterday, I was proposed marriage to by some man on the street. Instead of giving him a dirty look or laughing or just saying ‘no, thanks’ I told him that I was already engaged. Then he asked me where my engagement ring was if I was engaged. So I told him it was my non-existent fiancé’s mother’s ring and it’s being fitted. Then he said my non-existent fiancé was cheap for not getting me my own ring. So then I told him it wasn’t cheap, it was romantic and plus, we were going on a month long honeymoon all around Europe. Then I went back to work. I’m crazy.
Also, I’m pregnant with Hawksley Workman’s child. Okay, I’m not. But if I were, it wouldn’t be so bad.
Today I found the world’s sweetest picture of me as a little little girl asleep in my Daddy’s lap. It almost made me cry it’s so sweet, though I’m very emotional these days for some reason; so many things almost make me cry. But anyway, this picture is adorable and is currently beside my computer and will soon be up in my room. The end. No not the end. It’s so strange to look at it because my Dad hasn’t changed a bit except his hair is now more gray than black and he doesn’t have a mustache anymore (thank God) and I’m in diapers with a soother in my mouth and my pillow in my hand (after the fireplace accident). I’m completely different and my Daddy is the same. How do we grow so quickly and then stop? Okay, now the end.
I just took my assortment of pills for the day and am now feeling yucky because I haven’t eaten anything. Fuck you, pills.
“My heart it skips a beat when I behold/The light that's shining through your eyes of gold/From heavenly blood you seem to spring/From heavenly waters you can drink/I'll meet you on a day that never ends/I'll greet you in the way that heaven meant/You lay me down gently on the leaves/You cover me over in my sleep/I never did say I wish I could /I never could pray ‘cause it's just no good/I hope you don't break my heart of stone/I don't wanna scream out loud and wake up on my own/And as I close my eyes and the sky turns red/ I realize just what you are/You're an idler's dream and you're singing Shangri-la”
I didn’t write that. Noel Gallagher did. Perfect. It also wouldn’t be so bad to be pregnant with his child.
Can you tell that I’m bored? I never know what to do with myself when I’m at home with nothing to do. I’m an anxious person. Why isn’t anyone home to talk to me at 1:35pm? Ah well, I guess it’s just me and Hawksley and Noel and photographs and iron pills.