New hairs. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I want to change the world. So I start small.
 
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 Hayden asked me to marry him. He's one silly Brit, I tell you. We're having the ceremony on the Tube, of course.

Tonight, something very shifty happened at my hotel. You see, this middle-aged (father-looking) man came in and checked into two rooms right across the hall from one another. Nothing unusual here, considering that I assumed he was with ( Read more... )

something from the trolley, loves?

 I leave out good things like a fool, such as perhaps the fact that someone is flying me to PARIS AND LONDON and I feel like I've got a lover. Hee.

 
The first three people to reply to this and post this in their journal will get something from me. I don't know what it is, but it'll be something terribly cliche like a poem or a letter or a picture or a song.

In other news...
I am a terrible person. Sincerely. I feel like a piece of rubbish. And you know what, I've earned that feeling this time ( Read more... )

 Hayden: Kaaaaaatie
Me: Haaaaayden
Hayden: love you
Me: ...............................

I suck.

Wow .

I love how this is so emotionally abusive right now. It totally fits in with the rest of my life.

 OY VEY.

edited because i sometimes eat my own goddamn words.

 Oh, I am perfectly hopeless. I go years (LITERALLY!) without having a crush on anyone and then I get one, and I'm trying so hard to squash it that its pathetic. I really have no business liking him. He's more a ...distant daydream than a realistic option. I'll content myself in that and call it a day.

Well, I've been up for 17 hours with only 19 ( Read more... )