cimorene

i wear white after labor day.

also before it.

i can't remember which one of those you aren't supposed to do...

and i don't actually own a white purse or hat or jacket, but i just thought i'd mention it.

at the goth club (the picture this icon is made of was taken that night), besides a naked girl wearing a v-string with a white fox tail on it, there was also another goth tourist like ourselves who wrote her number on hot jeff's arm, and she was wearing, like, charcoal pants from express and a pink tube top and an ankle-length white butterfly-printed gauze duster with pink trim.

no shit, PINK TRIM.

this album (bjork's vespertine) i've heard was recorded entirely on a mac. like, as in, imac. with software. and mixed. and stuff. some KILLER software there. @.@

am having some chattage with my daddy, which always cheers me, and that's one thing off the to-do list for today. also caught my stevie briefly and talked about the stupid!boys who were called, at various points in the conversation, motherfuckers, idiots, and some other stuff. numbwits. geez.

::mumbles off::

oh! am working on hp story. am going to write tonight, yesssssssss i am.