Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Thursday, July 28, 2011
It's nicer here, where I am.
It's quarter past twelve.
I ought to be getting out of the house. I really really should.
But oh, I don't know. It sorta feels really nice just staying put here.
I don't really want to do anything very much today.
I don't really want to do anything very much.
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