not that i bought anything.
thats the whole point :)
anyway, 10 mins before i go to bed...
read letitia's blog and you officially freak me out girl, people actually do homeworrkkk! arghs, bet the rest of class revise their work too.
oh whatever, bloody fuggity frog soup. foam. spiderweb. ropes.
stress makes me go all random :S
If home is where the heart is
Then we're all just fucked
I can't remember, I can't remember
and I want it so bad
I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins
I can't remember, the good old days
And it's kinda funny
The way we're wearing anchors on our shirts
When being anchored aboard
Just feels like a curse
My mind is a safe
And if i keep it then we all get rich
My body is an orphanage
We take everyone in
Doing lines of dust and sweat
off last night's stage
Just to feel like you
