Wednesday, February 20, 2008


I cannot control myself.
Must. Talk. About. James.

*squeals* TOMORROW I SEEE HIIIIIMMMM *twitches*
After only ten days of not seeing him, I feel like I may go crazy if today and tomorrow don't pass quicker. If I could spend every fucking day attached to him, I would. I feel like my head's going to fall off just thinking about it.

And I'm editing myself.

And suddenly I don't feel like a waste of space anymore.
Fuck MV, fuck The Things That Go Wrong. Fuck the douchebags at Wallgreens who fucked my film up, fuckit that Jerome doesn't care for my Female Portrait, Fuck the bulb that blew out yesterday that kept me from shooting Jen, fuckit fuckit fuckit.

*puts on war paint*

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