i'm so confused.
she made it clear enough to me.
i am a dreamer, i dream.
still, i'm unsure of what's going on around me.
but i found a cure. a fix, if you may.
zouk/phuture, next wednesday.
with the girls of ADM.
time to get party hearty under the glittering mambo ball.
i do not care what it takes,
i will be there
by hook or by crook.
looking EFFING GORGEOUS
even if it KILLS me.
i'm tired of looking like an old maid/hag.
take your pick.
by the way, i'm never gonna get out of teenage spinsterhood.
things are looking impossible.
i no longer harbour any illusions of you and me.
she straightened me out completely.
i'm sober, now
but i'm not sure if i like it, yet.
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