Back at the job, been here for about a week. Why I am back, I do not know. What I do know is that creeper is back and won't leave me alone. Asking why I won't unblock my blog. And because I'm discreet, it will remain a mystery but enough said.
I am going to my formal with someone very special which is quite exciting and I cannot wait to spend a night with a few close friends, warmly chit chatting over a homey meal and good tea. Shareen will hopefully (fingers crossed) design my dress and hopefully, everything will turn out okay. Okay is just fine, nice would be pushing it. These days I settle for what I can get.
New York is desperatley calling my name. I am dying slowly. Home is and never will be the same again, after experiencing New York. Every day I count down the days until I can return to the city of wonder, of light, of adventure. The excitement is bursting my body in two, my heart has already disowned its real home.
It is the weekend. Bethel adventures aren't as fabulous as New York, but more traditional with its small house parties, R&R, and the acquaintances of many old childhood friends, and some new, and some very very drunk.
2 months yesterday. Happy sobriety to me.
About Me
- Gia
- Two-headed boy, With pulleys and weights, Creating a radio played just for two, In the parlor with a moon across her face, And through the music he sweetly displays, Silver speakers that sparkle all day, Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face, And in the dark we will take off our clothes, And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine, And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside, Now your eyes ain't moving now, They just lay there in their clouds.
The New York Dolls
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