
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: fluer de saison. fun.
zouk flea turned out to be sucha bore this season. the rain helped stop many from coming. yay. but i only managed to get a top and one new shades. i spent. hell. =( i hate spending. iam at ray's and he's off in a bit. it's dark here and cold too. monday's saying hello in a rush, i feel its blue already.my german lass will be over to stay. i cleaned up my room for her.. like i did for ray every other time. but it's no more since he's not coming anymore until 24 months more perhaps. what would he want to work as after tt. ans: ... [scratched his head] then performer. sub ans: music producer. with much hope. and me. i want to get my degree in merchandising, or fine arts or design. then i want to get a stable job, no more stewardess because, yes easy money, but time for ray would not be enough. i want to work save and award him with the rarest breed of, guitars. imported. yay. for me, i want to eat more fries. cheers. |