Friday, June 23, 2006

All of the moments that already passed
We'll try to go back and make them last
All of the things we want each other to be
We never will be
And that's wonderful, and that's life
And that's you, baby
This is me, baby.

Stop. Look around.

Smile.

3-14 in the morning, and life is fucking fantastic for no real reason.

Ah i love happy me. So random yet so brilliant.

ZINDAGIIIIII IS GOOOOODDDD :D:D

I shall leave complaining till another day.

Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yipp.

(I hate babies.)

(I want to write a describe-y type post right now, and the words are dying to come out. But screw it.)

White skirts caught on shiny metal hooks, plastic green pressing lightly on sun tan bronze, silence echoing through thoughts clouded over by joy.

Enough now.

Goodbye.