Purrrrrrrrrr.

Indolence follows up,and consumes nearly half of my free time. Hello yes im your grade A slugabed. Minus the obvious, (green tea enclosed) life is pretty much cemented and solid, no less than usual. An adequate healthy dose of family/friends/cats. Downside of a seemingly immaculate( ha ha thats what you think!) portrait would be my screwed up sleeping pattern. Fuck knows what sorta grotesque deadly creature ill take after next January (for school of course). F'course , theres a kick out of succumbing to your haphazard side. The prospect of resembling a junkie who mainly dons a 60's disheveled cut,wears eyerolls as amiable beams and adorns dark circles shatters the whole illusion of what i "should" emerge as whilst gracing the hallways = Dainty long curly waves tied high, flashing pearly whites and all radiant looking , side by side with the girlfriends exchanging beams and guffaws.

Cold feet. Whatevs ill deal.