[Attachments can drive you up a wall & over it into a bottomless pit]
I'm stuck between going back to having braids + getting new highlights & getting a fresh haircut. I'm pretty bitter my Northern Star Era was shortlived because that hair was mostly tucked under the damned barista cap.
I'm considering trading my monthly Kinokuniya purchases for eBay combined shipping steals. It's just too painful to have to wait for the arrival of online purchases. Idk since when SG started curbing so many print materials from gaining visibility. Bookstores here don't even carry fucking 2Pac or Melissa Etheridge's biography or fucking Freedom Writers. What sort of bullfuck is that !! & some of you schiznits might be thinking I was initially referring to my lezzo stocks. Alright, maybe that too. To a certain degree, they do carry lezzo stocks here but hello, where's VA-fucking-RIETY.
Obtw, I want a custom board done. Wooden-backed + b&w portrait + glossed. If anyone knows of anyone who does custom boards, give me a heads up! The sooner it's done, the better.
2 goddamn months has passed & I vaguely remember how a home looks like, how a room feels like, how a bed can invite you to sleep even if you don't want to, how a proper meal looks/tastes like, how TV sounds like. I don't remember how the hell to sleep in. I can't seem to fall asleep as easily as I could. I'm running out of paper. I think it's even safe to say I forget how a proper normal teenager's life functions.
My mom's complaining that I'm not home enough. My mommies' complaining that I haven't slept enough. My daughter's complaining that I work too much. Kids I regularly keep in contact with complain that I don't hang out enough. I'm complaining that I don't have anything proper to complain about !!
I think the biological parents & I need a sit-down. It's possibly high time I start breaking it down to them that I'm not gonna stick around for so long & that it doesn't mean I'm fleeing to Mommies' flat either.
& it's possibly high time I return to my training ground.
Come on baby let's get out of this town I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down There's a chill in my bones I don't want to be left alone So baby you can sleep while I drive I'll pack my bag and load up my guitar In my pocket I'll carry my heart I got some money I saved Enough to get underway And baby you can sleep while I drive If I didn't have study+work commitments, I would've left with you when you called earlier. You didn't even have to bet on it. I CAN drive. You CAN sleep. :D
