cgilbe1

another day dawns comfortless as i wake up with only my memories to console me and work stretching endlessly before me.
at least I have my cd's.
and breakfast.
also i ran out of black masscara. i dont think i packed any when i moved out here mistakenly believeing "those days are behind me" but now that my hair is long and black it just calls for some masscara around the eyes...what can i say?