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)