elusivedragonfly

shit its windy.

i'm so sick of people lying to me. even if it is stupid and wont make a difference. its the principle of the thing.

i'm sick of comprimising myself. i do it all the time. i set things out to abide by but never follow the fuck through.

I'm sick of food. digestion is disgusting.

i'm sick of seattle. rain. thats all you really need to say.

i'm sick of the mess. god, where the hell did all these papers come from?

i'm sick of being sick.

ok, enough whining for the time being. ive noticed design (more in the realm of fashion) has started to revolve around skeletons and cupcakes. seriously. what the fuck. i want to start a clothing company. and there isnt going to be a cupcake or skeleton in sight (well maybe in the closet...) who knows. maybe i might actually go through with this left field idea. god forbid. hmm.

my stomach hurts.