I am so over narrating my day to day activities. Primarily because my days revolve around nothing and I need to get a life but I really don't have the time.

I want to turn my room into starbucks. And oh I'm out of money for the rest of this month.

While waiting for my vagina to start bleeding profusely and waiting for someone to start gnawing at the walls of my uterus, I shall read all the books that I've bought but never read, and sleep like nobody's business.

Depressing. Someone needs to teach me how to be not clingy.

Labels: blah, depressing, nothing makes sense anymore