Saturday, September 20, 2003
no matter how many times i move, i remember that the newspaper wrappings on my breakable stuff is going to be the *old* city's newspaper. and then i think, "oh! seattle times! the stranger!" and get a little nostalgic when really, it would be much weirder if they were new york papers. i mean.
it has been so long, i don't remember what most of this stuff is. it's like christmas in here. i forgot i even had those pants. i've never been so entranced by the smell of my makeup. i'm so excited to look hot again.
that's it. i'm taking these freaking three month old jeans off right now. hello, new clothes.
it has been so long, i don't remember what most of this stuff is. it's like christmas in here. i forgot i even had those pants. i've never been so entranced by the smell of my makeup. i'm so excited to look hot again.
that's it. i'm taking these freaking three month old jeans off right now. hello, new clothes.
