Friday, June 17, 2005
CONSTRUCTIONsoft toys.
evrywhere i look. its all soft toys. it gets kinda sick after abt, 12 seconds. but stil i treasure them, dearly.
it wld have been perfect if he gave me smthg. anythng, but no he stuck with nthng. okay, its either im bloody miserable, plain miserable, lonely, unrequinted or all of the above.
take yr pick.
holly macoroni, im gna grow to be a old wrinkly lady with 3 dozen cats, white hair, a stick ( for walking ), and regret my entire life for nt saying anythng.
NOOOOOOOO PLEASE NOOOOOOO
9:02 PM
