I put a dead mouse in your pants
I hope you don't mind waiting three hours for breakfast Edwina.
Why would I, I'm only starving.
Today I felt those deep momentary abhorrences for my parents or maybe hate is too passionate, I just found them really irksome. It's like adolescence has realised it's days are numbered and decide to give me a facial wash of irascible teenager behaviour.
Plus this song in the background by Florence and the Machine has this woman singing with such a strong voice you can only feel roused to voice something even if it means overstating one's feelings.
I feel like there's nothing to do like I have this seed that won't grow until the sun comes out. Unfortunately this sunshine isn't due until say two/three weeks - around my birthday. It's sad that I'm placing all my hopes on this particular ray of sunshine, I'm having the same apprehensions as I did with the formal.
Maybe I'm just fabricating all this, maybe knitting isn't the greatest way to occupy my time.
Wow are you done Edwina. You're so lawl and angsty - well not really, angst is never in your books.
Llamaaaaaa I need you.
Ciao llama!
P.S 10 minutes later I can affirm that I do not hate either of my parents, or find them irksome. It's just that itchy scratcy feeling you have to bear with when you buy the most luxurious sweater ever. I liketh the sweater though.
& I want to watch Bruno. I don't care if it's just like watching two hours of Miss South Carolina trying to lecture about Freudian psychology, I want to see it.
