one by one they flutter away to a place i will never be a part of. but whenever they do come my way, i'll give them to another for i cannot hold onto them. their green aparel and their jaded faces all looking back at me.
twiitching into fits from the neverending waves of blistering sun. san francisco should never be 92 degrees ever.... may i repeat never.
mood: broke. no not broken, but broke, as in i'm so poor that i had to choose between buying a present for meine twin for his birthday or milk.
I had a massive hunt for change in my dorm the other day because I was dying for a coke!! i got my 75 cents. yeeeah. now i'm BROKE too.
i'm here bitchin about 80 degree weather.
:points and laughs: mwahahahaha