Dear future me,
Go outside. Find a patch of sunshine and follow it across the ground like a cat in a carpeted house with lots of windows. You need color and those sunshine-y vitamins.
Finish cleaning. Ignore the fact that your ceiling has collapsed (pictures later?) and carry-on.
Pack. Can be done once the cleaning is finished.
Start eating healthy. And by that I mean start cooking.
You're lazy and hazy.
- Me from now
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tonight we're gonna find our lover
Posted by
Taylor
on Friday, December 18, 2009
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