At this particular point in time I am more or less disgusted, disappointed, bored, and sick of everthing. Except Kendra Grant Malone. I can't think of anything I want to do, or anyone I want to see, except for her, sitting on my bed, sharing ciggarettes and Tisdale and stories with me.
Things need to change. Everything needs to change. Job. Living situation. Car. Mainly my complete and utter lack of motivation to accomplish any of these alterations.
Goal: get through this week by going through the motions. Then its BIRTHDAY TIME. Then I will see some light in all the faces I do adore, despite my aforementioned predilection for one person in particualr. After this fucking hideous car shit is taken care of, then I will start on the other things. I Will. Really.
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le sigh. bf. you know it melts my heart when people use my historic middle name.
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