She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She...– Vladimir Nabokov
what the fuck is going on. Fiona Apple is the only CD that will play at work and I’m losing my mind and everything feels like I’m in a hangover directed by tim burton and david lynch’s rape/love child. I hate to think about things right now, but this is a bad one lord have mercy. Damn you Fiona, I’m, fre.ak,ing o.u,t,.
I think I'm dead.
if it wasn’t for the fact that I can still think, I think I’m dead.
Hot water will turn into ice faster then cold...
it turns into ice, and then cold water!?
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