Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Handing in my notice on Friday evening.

No job prospects. Two years of misery finished.

Myself and my boyfriend are no more.

Six and a half years of togetherness, disbanding.

Moved everything I own into my sister's old room.

I'm breaking everything down to build it back up again.

Where can I get some grass? I really want to get stoned.

1 comment:

popps said...

Still don't know what i was waiting for
And my time was running wild
a million dead end streets.........

Bowie



play it loud