So I have a real problem with time. I just can't make myself its bitch like I'm supposed to. I want cereal at 8PM, I want to work out at 12:25am, I want to work at 9 and sleep in the afternoon.
Unfortunately, my master plan of picking 6 numbers and winning this think called the lottery (pronounced Lot-ah-Ree) has not worked out yet. I will share my master get rich scheme with you, my lovelies, but keep it between us.
Meanwhile I'm hot as balls in my apartment, but I'm painting my door frames a deep orange/red. It's sweet.
If I was an icon, I'd be somewhere between this
this 
and this 
...but taller.
Anyway, I'm writing to nobody except my one friend, so hi there, GG.
much love,
LE
Unfortunately, my master plan of picking 6 numbers and winning this think called the lottery (pronounced Lot-ah-Ree) has not worked out yet. I will share my master get rich scheme with you, my lovelies, but keep it between us.
Meanwhile I'm hot as balls in my apartment, but I'm painting my door frames a deep orange/red. It's sweet.
If I was an icon, I'd be somewhere between this
this and this ...but taller.
Anyway, I'm writing to nobody except my one friend, so hi there, GG.
much love,
LE
I'm also trying the lottery thing. I'm not a good luck charm to myself, it would seem. Maybe I should try online poker.
You have a perverse fascination with emoticons. I hate them because of the AIM ones. I'm permenantly set on ; ), with the space in between of them thanks to you. The same way I always say "mad" when refering to a large quantity of anything. Hooker, baby and monkey, too.
Mad love,
GG (I go by Claire around these parts, but I'm NOT PICKY!)
P.S. I am so this emoticon: