novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- you're gonna cringe later chocolate chex and pose training. if i could, i'd narrate my everything. Why the heck is that? I think I have a compulsion to write (ne Joyce Carol Oates) but a pervasive block called bad self-esteem. so i'm stuck talking about whatever comes into my head, because i don't think my actual ideas are good enough. mindfuck. i need to go meditate. 9:03 pm - 09.28.10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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