this feels odd......ou est le smiths?......why isn't love tearing me apart...?.....my feet are touching the floor and coming back up as soon as my brain asks them........no plaid shirts on skinny burks and boring birds with ruffled hair drowning in top-shop-toppy-shop shop fare......no dissapointment...no hope, no harm........

what i'm saying is.........there wasn't enough orange for my gin and i'm stuck with club swill...........