i bought black heels.
i like them alot.
they're cute.

i'm feeling monosyllabic.
stoney.
STONEY.
something's so unsexy about capital letters, isn't it?

the shadow is forming a tangent to the bottom of my guitar.
which is very dusty.

shxt, all i did today was shop, sleep, and do my physics formulae card.
(complete with page-long definitions of my own symbols).
tomorrow rebonding hair.
ew, i hate that smell.

never mind, i'm gonna mug the whole of thursday.
(i mean, it IS called Labour Day.)

Victor Hugo's humour is quite... sarcastic, actually. different from Nabokov and Suskind.

'Phoebus de Chateaupers suffered a tragic end too - he got married.'

HAHA.