I'm a junkie. A warm-blooded, well-dressed, bad-breathed-at-times, messy-facial-haired junkie of all things culture and couture. I'm somewhat of a crybaby, but I hate soap operas. I love scary movies, but sleep with the light on afterwards. I can be boring, loud and obnoxious and later that day quiet, kind and romantic. I'm always late, but never absent. I always feel like people are invading my life... I constantly feel like a puddle in the middle of street, tires invading my borders, always on their way to a better destination
The other day, I sat down and cried in the grocery store spice aisle... that sums up my life right now... no highpoint no lowpoint... just spice aisle tears
was it because of the spiciness? it can be intense sometimes. oh brandon, i was in impromptu cry mode just a few weeks ago. i know things will get better, whatever is going on. love you!
was it because of the spiciness? it can be intense sometimes. oh brandon, i was in impromptu cry mode just a few weeks ago. i know things will get better, whatever is going on. love you!
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