fiona

everything comes to an end. Just like videos reach the end of the tape, eras of my life are always ending. Time to trip out on something else... spark a splif and inhale the flavours of life: in full-swing. Everyone I know has moved, and some moved away... it's extremely lame i just moved too, straight into a ghetto of highway underpass white trash. It's okay to live crazy when you don't have kids to look after, I figure.
I've kept myself wound up around my crazy hallucinations and following mirages of a destination. I need a vacation, I think... I would love to find some sunny place and eat garlicy stuff all day, amusing myself with my little dog and spending my nights getting shagged in the woods, under the moonlight. Instead it's minimum wage thrills and chills at the hair salon...