okay okay i take that back
i can't leave dollhouse.
(not that anybody cared - a blog is an excuse for monologues)
last night i was having a .. bad hair day.
(you're allowed to take me as literally as you can)
i want to remember new days too, however sad
my memory is about as good as the wilting white roses i got last month
i've decided a private blog tucked away in virtual sphere would suffice, no need for drastic actions
newest ep of lipstickjungle revived this place
how do people know?
how do they know their hearts will beat the same way, the same pace, tomorrow and forever?
