baby, i miss you so much.
hurry on and come home to me,
mornings have been so.. umph.
so we can tuck in while it rains heavy,
like before. i love you.

this is the 24th,
it's womad. and i am goin for my job interview,
at the asylum. i havent had good sleep, since monday.
i forgot what happend on tuesday.
but i remember well.. wednesday, twodays back.
i feel homeless. 5am.
wednesday was, poptart, but i was interpopped.
but i only slept in the club, and drank coffee and smoke.
chris, ming & me. for noelle and shaun.
then thursday night. last night.
made me so fucking sick.

and today,
i cant party,
because i still feel sick.

how does it really feel to be swept off your feet.
ans. head in clouds.

ps. i hate/fucking hate, white trash.sorry.