what the hell do you think you are trying to prove?
dreary, rainy, suspicious, sick, achy, sore. apple juice and sneezes and books and music are all contained within this nasty, gray afternoon.
i love how my life is planned out, already, until december, in regard to employment and academia. honestly, i just want to fly out to the west coast and live from hostel to hostel, farm to farm and just ROAM. but.
[and for fuck's sake, be careful, people.] *sigh*
i love how my life is planned out, already, until december, in regard to employment and academia. honestly, i just want to fly out to the west coast and live from hostel to hostel, farm to farm and just ROAM. but.
[and for fuck's sake, be careful, people.] *sigh*