I'm starting to think things out again. I'm remembering that it's not that bad to be a person... and while we're at it, not so bad to be me.
I do nice things for people. I bring them presents just because.
listen, you don't have to tell me that i can't buy love, 'cause... well, i'm pretty sure i already have.
I like my clothes. My dad says I'm retro. Whether I bring home a brand-new sweater with fringe on the sleeves, or worn-out jeans from Denimville, I'm retro. Just because I have a denim handbag with varicoloured stripes doesn't mean I'm retro... it just means I'm cool.
and that it was only eight bucks at bath and body works.
I don't need people to tell me what books to read. I can find them for myself, and I can have intelligent discussions about them. Maybe Nat had more brains than Bridget, but Astrid could kick both their asses.
now if only i'd read running in heels...
I don't know.
Posting doesn't seem to be getting me anywhere anymore.
but i'm still narcissistic enough to do it anyway.