We'll Be Falling In Love To The Rhythm Of A Steel-Drum Band.

I Just Want To Listen To The Maine And Be Outdoors All Day [Reading Mockingjay].
i do not want to work for eight and a half hours, at a grocery store that is trying to steal my sanity. (and is winning.)
I'm Moody, And Want To Be Swimming.
i'd kill to go swimming right now.


i know i often complain. and i feel sincerely sorry about that, really, i do.
these are my thoughts, though.

I Also Wish A Nice Boy Would Like Me To Tickle His Back.
there's something about doing that that's so enjoyable, for some reason.
heavens knows why.
sometimes (rarely), i miss a boy who would force me to do that, even if he's gross and still has my copy of the flight of the conchords.
and i even miss when someone didn't have a girlfriend and would on occasion ask me to do it. but that hasn't happened in practically a year, so it won't happen now.


Pardon My Moodiness. Perhaps Even A Slight Bitterness, Or Hostility.
i'm not angry. i'm just a girl. like that no doubt song.
and the view from where i sit, today, is rather gray.
(not the weather. it's gorgeous outside.)

I'm Not Certain How To Close This Meaningless Post --