the shit i make my old man listen to when we go for a driving lesson..
s / o to all adelaide drivers: if your plan is to see what happens when you hit me, going whatever speed, don’t. just fang it and get it over with. sick of getting hit even lightly then having to find my earphone and put it back in real quick so i don’t miss “the bit” of the track when i ride off wondering why people don’t look when driving. death comes close, but chooses to spare me..
looking pretty good for running (but clearly sitting) on 2hrs sleep. sleep is the death of desire. p. s - braids because practicality and my sister came to visit..
i really want to know if i have made any progress on my back, but hairy like animal..
tonight i remembered to shower. now someone teach me how to use a brush properly and get a decent sleep..