there is cat hair on my sweatshirt.
i feel incredibly dull, as if im sitting under a vast stretch of plastic.
it's been raining, there is school tomorrow and if i can just go one more week.. ooff..
i really just want to run to 5 years from now. i will move to new york and get a job there as a beginning designer. i will live in a chic flat with black&white contrast-y photography on its walls and a lion paw bath tub. and big window sills. then i will be slightly rich and will buy a shitload of designer clothes and vip at fashion week. hello world.
but really, this.
