| Current mood: | cheerful |
| Current music: | Tony Lucca | Kind |
The paint fumes have got me all loopy. This is a sign that I spend too much time in my kitchen, eating in front of the open fridge. Soon I will be a fattie and I'll only get roles in movies about empowered chunky girls who overcome the trials and tribulations of a hard knock life. Oliver freaked when he saw the pinkness and swore that it is slowly blinding him but I know that deep down inside he loves it. And can someone tell me why he's here everyday, anyway?
I'm playing hooky today. When my alarm went off this morning, the cd track rotation was at Fiona Apple's cover of Angel and that isn't really a get up and get song. It made me want to snuggle up in my blankets and daydream about boys with great voices and charm that sneaks up on you. Oh that's just one boy. Since I'm not working, I really should be packing or at least throwing some clean underwear in a bag because wee I get to go to Florida for the weekend and you don't but no. I'm sitting here downloading music like a broke college student.
I love when my updates are just one long ramble, don't you?
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