cimorene

need my before bed tea soon, as bed seems imminent (it is 9 am in finland. cough). uh, yeah, so, i need to go to bed but i need to refill my water jug which necessitates a trip through living room. fuckers've turned off all the hall lights. there are steps in the hall. turn living room light on and some random naked guy in a sleeping bag throws up a hand and goes 'guuuuuuuuuuh.' yeah, well, what're you doing on my couch, asshole? fucker. i refilled the jug, and i'm making tea, and i fully intend to consume it with chocolate and go to bed and sulk.

and how about this: while i'm sleeping the whole world can put on its best dancing shoes, clamber up into the windowsill and take a flying leap out of it towards the tree, and miss, and, upon landing on the cold pavement, have a nice little fuck with itself. maybe then it will be too distracted to keep sucking so goddamned much.

this icon--overused? getting a little tired. but i always have to have a princess icon. it's the rule.