Oh, strange day! I feel like writing again but the words just don't form correctly in my brain. Maybe I'm just not depressed enough to generate any feeling that transforms itself to words. Oh, woe is me!
what do you do when you're at home waiting for your boyfriend to get out of class so you can have a cuddle before work? you eat too much pico de gallo and tortillas and fart around on the internet till he gets back. ah, this is the life.