im not there.

my deathly agitating (and throbbing) series of boredness inflicted more 'pain' than having your loved squashed perish in a plane crash. yawns. father is home early. which means, the tv is his no doubt. bummer. its either old boring 'greens' or some boring tv show. sitting downstairs watching tv with father is so not a tipical thing of things that adlynn would do. im making it sound so bad isnt it? but if you try being in my shoes for one day and you would know. decided to go up in my room and spend time in front of the laptop screen. really. here i am, in my crib, in my dear old room, have just finish RE-watching gossip girl series number 11. watching it made me happy somehow. if only happy feelings can be freezed. anyhow! a little retail therapy to boost them melancholic moods. rooney is good. 'when did you heart go missing' eyh. aah, cunts. i have capitulated to appalling amounts of milos and breads and unawarely decreasing increasing late-night carb-consuming activities. milos and breads. milos and breads lasses. want some?