The greatest lovers were murderers first
Ain't that true. Life's a strange thing. But I'm such a gullible girl. What an idiot I am. Haha oh well. Story of my life. I was gunna finally quit being a lazyass and transfer the great america pictures but no, I can't find the damn camera. Of course not. Bitch ass camera. I'm surprised I'm not tired. Even if I were in my room, I'd be doing one of two things...1. cleaning my room like the obsessive-compulsive freak that I can be or 2. laying in bed under the covers listening to loud emo in my headphones. How interesting am I? Haha. Instead, I'm sitting here...looking at the mess on this desk and being really angry at it for being there. The mess, not the desk. I like the desk. If the desk weren't here, I'd be sitting on the floor. Not that I don't like the floor. I actually enjoy the floor. Prefer it even. Sex talks are interesting. Whether you're at a desk or on the floor. They're interesting. Intriguing, if you will. Please pardon my randomness, I'm a bit of a spaz. Oh well. SHIT. I'm so horrible at keeping track of time. Anyway. I'll leave the journal now. Have a nice night.