I took Monty to get a warrant today. And was feeling so awful and fluish that I didn't look at myself in the mirror when I left home. So I'm standing talking to the hot mechanic and he's staring at my chest. I wondered why, checked the rearvision mirror in Monty and my top was ripped across one of my boobs. Hmm.
Daddy bought me chocolate and I wish he hasn't because I simply CANNOT eat it. Of course, I ate most of it.
I'm cold and feeling insecure and my friends band changed my drumkit setup around and its all different and strange now. And I'm not strong enough to undo the snare stand and move it back the way it was.
I want more female friends who I can relate to.
I pity you.
I've seen about two photos of you. I was drunk so I can't remember most of what you look like.
I wonder if this year, we'd be doing the whole plant thing that you did last year for the folio?
I kinda wish I was still at school. Kinda.
It was a pity that I was too late in applying at Burnside and Unlimited.
I have a car in my driveway. I just can't use it.
No one will teach me to drive. =P