one million pens AND NOT ONE SINGLE FRICKIN BLACK FINE POINT SHARPIE. WTF. DIE.

restless

it when she misses the dude that drops registered post off

wonders why it's just so hard

to buy more books, but should behave for once

like poopy

glands like golf balls

like she has sandpaper in her throat and has no-one else to tell, other than Plurk.

coming down with a cold; a rare thing to happen to a hermit

pan flute music is too hilarious to NOT listen to