English Summer Rain.
Today is: Jul 3rd, 2009 1:38:11 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Jaunty.
Inspiration: Placebo.

It always stays the same.

For a change. I'm not in the basement, stay the fuck away.

Had my music playing on Random. Isn't strange how a song can mirror your every thought.

Or perhaps its just your subconsious that snuggles the peices together like a childs floor puzzle.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10.
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
...
1...2...3
Fuck.

I am tired. Too many things that need my thoughts, or intentions. I would like to whisked off my feet, anytime now, really.

Someday my Prince will come?
Perhaps not.

Someday my bills will be paid.
More likely, yes.
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