I'm bored to death.
I draw my fairy godmother.
I'm pensive.
I don't smoke.
Pensive people smoke.
I'm fucked.
I spelled that out since I really, seriously am.
I can't even be pensive.
I hate cigarette ashes.
I need a name for my fairy godmother.
I'm not doped.
I just need a name.
A name for this weariness.
Labels: Ticket to Looneyville.
