06-07-2012, 01:22 AM
Mood: Fubar
Status: Single I suppose
Locatie: On the terrace, having a smoke
Mananc: Naw, I are some garlic bread at 6pm. It was enough for the day, I'd prolly be sick if I eat right now
Beau: Coke my bro just brought from work
Sunt imbracat in: Purple bra and black work jeans
Ascult: Sound of cars passing by on the main road, half a km away and Alex Clare - Just too close
Privesc: The garden and pomegranate trees
Status messenger: Finally home
Vorbesc pe messenger cu: Daria si Chuck
Citesc: Isaac Asimov - Nightfall, last of the short stories collections
Ma gandesc la: Work, going to England, the holiday to America, Mada
Dating: I wish, I wish
Doresc: Lots of things to be fairly honest
Iubesc pe: The one I wrote 'Vantul ne va purta' for
Nervoasa pe: Not right now
Urasc pe: Not that either
Imi lipseste: Home, my childhood, a lot of people including my Dad, and well being able to see everybody I love whenever I want to
Abia astept sa: Mada, America, England, RCCL
Status: Single I suppose
Locatie: On the terrace, having a smoke
Mananc: Naw, I are some garlic bread at 6pm. It was enough for the day, I'd prolly be sick if I eat right now
Beau: Coke my bro just brought from work
Sunt imbracat in: Purple bra and black work jeans
Ascult: Sound of cars passing by on the main road, half a km away and Alex Clare - Just too close
Privesc: The garden and pomegranate trees
Status messenger: Finally home
Vorbesc pe messenger cu: Daria si Chuck
Citesc: Isaac Asimov - Nightfall, last of the short stories collections
Ma gandesc la: Work, going to England, the holiday to America, Mada
Dating: I wish, I wish
Doresc: Lots of things to be fairly honest
Iubesc pe: The one I wrote 'Vantul ne va purta' for
Nervoasa pe: Not right now
Urasc pe: Not that either
Imi lipseste: Home, my childhood, a lot of people including my Dad, and well being able to see everybody I love whenever I want to
Abia astept sa: Mada, America, England, RCCL
probabil n-ai primit niciodata
telegramele mele sau poate
nu credeai ca e vital cand
lumea mea se descompunea
in ceasuri si goluri
de mine
au imbatranit in cadente
si sentimentele mele
sub greutatea
atator vieti netraite...
telegramele mele sau poate
nu credeai ca e vital cand
lumea mea se descompunea
in ceasuri si goluri
de mine
au imbatranit in cadente
si sentimentele mele
sub greutatea
atator vieti netraite...
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