Doesn't it make sense for Halloween to be in the summer, rather than now? Froze my ass off yesterday with the 2 degree wind blowing up my bare legs and through my dress.
I dropped my brand new compact powder face down on the floor. Now there's a little mound of stuff on my carpet and I have no foundation.
I don't like being manipulated. I'm opinionated, and I don't like to be forced into things I disagree with.
It's 8 pm on a Sunday night and perhaps time to begin on my 2 assignments due tomorrow and prelim on Tuesday.
It is just a symbolism; take a step back and just look at it as it is - nothing extraordinary.
I have a million bruises on my legs from dancing. This makes me happy because it reminds me of the RJ dance/gym days.
I slept 2 hours last night, have been chillin' ever since, my brain's sluggish, and I'm too tired to continue typing.
So much to do, more than enough time, but too much lethargy.
Stupid photobucket.