...doesn't actually taste all that great.
do you know how strong it feels to stand tall and
let your ribs speak for themselves? the hushhush
of envy and the roar of IamSoMuchBetterThanYou.
it's what keeps me pouring coffee down my throat and licking artificial sugar off the palm of my hand.
it's what keeps me awake and focused and smiling, because I know I'm better than the competition.
it's what makes me wish I was a smoker, or an artist, to have justification. not just the credentials of a quiet good-girl from the rougher parts of town.
On a less intense note, I'm finally making le $. Soon, my pretty little apartment...soon.
Also, soon I will be doing some more features. So expect to find me lurking through your galleries like a level 10 creeper.