i’ve unintentionally gotten into a bedtime routine over the past few months.  it involves washing my face, changing into mah jam jams, wrapping my hair (cuz im blaq) and watching seinfeld at 11 until I fall asleep.  i’ve become an old lady and i haven’t even moved out yet.  

it’s been only a month and my hair looks fucking fantastic though.  i can’t wait for london.  fucking christ i can’t waaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiit.  But i’ve hated planes since a flight riddled with turbulence traumatized me on my last trip to pr six years ago.  I was fine with planes before, but that flight did me in.  how the crack am i going to handle hovering over a fucking ocean for eight hours?  either antipsychs or a brownie.  i haven’t decided yet.  but its either that or a humungo bill from all the jack i order on the flight.  i have no meditation skills, so goddammit i will be smacked.  

I only remember how much I need intimacy when I get it for a couple of minutes and then it’s immedietly taken from me.  Goddammit ineed2fk

ermergad london this summah!!!!!!!

(well, potentially.  all i did was turn in mah application BUT MAYBE IT WILL STILL HAPPEN I HOPE IT DOES BECAUSE ALL I WANT IS TO BE ALONE IN ANOTHER COUNTRY WITH ONLY MYSELF AND MY THOUGHTS AND THEN GET SOME BRITISH DICK 2)