Monday, March 22, 2004

Mood: Nauseated
Song: Tori Amos - A Sorta Fairytale

Food poisons my being and I'm left feeling like a void. Remedy's working but not to the magnitude that I expected. I so desire the former that I had.

Georgette was doing this hard-selling to me for the past few days. I really see no use for it. I won't budge.

All that you love will be carried away.

Gv complained @ 2:31 PM

{xoxo}