It rained all day. I feel sticky,
my life now consists of three things.
late night episodes, black coffee, and gossip girl.

The faux drama and beautiful people make it alluring, but destructive.
I've been working on some designs, hopefull they'll be done.
my winter formal is comming up, still haven't managed to weed out
a worthy candidate.

I walked down the avenue on sunday and i was surprised,
a boy my age came up to me and said,
"do you remember me?"
turn out he was my middle school obsession and object of affection.
boy did he grow up, he even grew a beard.
Also he grew a voice deeper than the sea,
How does time change one so much,
I guess thats a secret we have yet to discover.


Ever have the feeling of insecurity within your own home?
Lately I've been trying to rid myself of trashy thoughts,
with my therapy consisting of
sented candles, hot tea, and the occasional book.

Life looks so much easier in retrospect.
I've been stumpted, should i eat this banana or should i go for a walk?
it's a quarter past ten, but i like the winter air.
It always brought out something, the icy chill? Or the feeling of accomplishment.

well im eating this banana.

XOXO
Liz