Blame it on the weather.
[Bryanboy's note: I recommend that you download this track and listen to it while you're reading this blog entry. We all love a bit of drama and everyone knows good drama requires good sound effects. Now sing after me: I can't sleep. I can't speak to you. I can't sleep.]
It’s raining bullets here in the third world, my flu’s gone but I still have a cold. I’m telling you, it’s been a slow recovery. I’ll be fine though. I know I will.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking over the past few days and I have this funny feeling at the back of my head telling me I should pack my bags, run away, hop on a plane, move somewhere and start a new life from scratch, erasing all traces of the old/current "me".
Tiffany & Co.
I’m really sorry but I just can’t sleep at all. I went to the Tiffany & Co. website last night after watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s for the nth time and I cannot seem to take my mind off the following items. Aren’t they beeeeeeyooootiful?
Aren’t they nice? I’d love to wear them all at the same time! Someone buy em for me haha!
I’M SOOO FUCKING PISSED.
You read that right.
It’s not every day I dream of something. The last time I had a dream was back in 1942 and it involved Valentino and his yacht as well as those silly little amphetamine pills they prescribe for children with ADD.
Back to Brunette
Blondes have more fun but brunettes always remember what happened last night.
Jesus. This third-world weather is killing me! Where’s that so-called cool "ber" (Sept/Oct/Nov/Dec) breeze? It’s mid-October already and it’s still FUCKING hot. *sigh*