Wednesday, November 4, 2009

a 100 word post

I woke up in this tiny beach house, but a beach house none the less. There´s leftover party and despair shattered all around me, and a boy beside me. Awake and watching me as I drunkenly wake up. vomit on the floor. hate when people watch me sleep. That boy´s just a desperate reaction to this Ryan thing. corrected (my @ the moment toxic blond) hair with a ozone-hole amount of spray(so sorry Bono) and I´ll make my way over to Miri´s place now. Metaphorically throw my nordic ice over her forehead and strangle her with care and safe


  1. cool blog!


  2. I'm thinking maybe I should go to a Nordic country next time. What do you think?