tired tired tired.you make my day you make everything good.
i am busy explaining the mechanics of the eye to my computer.
she's not too interested.
tash's party was lovely.
i went in my new year's eve dress.
leigh came in a suit.
we swapped attires about 10 minutes after arriving.
aaron, a rather delicious drag queen dressed as a sailor who refers to everyone as 'luv' or 'she', comes across me shaving leigh's armpits and decides to lend us some gucci shaving cream and give leigh a makeover.
oh dear lord.
fyfe is leaving us in june.
fuck you, darling.
i will miss you.
i went internet shopping. bought the 'eat me' hoodie in ink blue from here.
it rocks.
but really. it sucks when i wake up and you aren't there.
i'm hungry and i love you.