ms. holly golightly

i really feel like blogging but when i search unwillingly through the muddy depths of my brain, i find that there's not much going on today. but it's safe to say that at this moment i'd rather leave well alone than try to connect all the dots and tie up all the loose ends and fit all the puzzle pieces together. count the clichés with me, won't you?

today was our last day of kenvale. i think a little piece of me died inside - not being able to feel self-conscious about my foundation application anymore, or my hooker-esque pantyhose which puts me on the streets of the cross, or snort behind our books at bernie/selina/OH&S lady - all these things really add to the university experience i'm hoping to achieve. but jess, oh you saved the day. as i watched your wallet fly out of your hand and your 'human flesh hit the ground' i thought gosh. there really is no better way to end the semester. and so i thank you from the bottom of my heart. only now do i begin to understand that it may have been the caffeine deficiency which caused you to slip down four, five stairs? i'll always be there for you <3 maybe not so much to catch you when you fall, but to laugh at the hilarity of the situation with you; any situation. my tears proved that today.

the large surface area of my mug has caused my coffee to rapidly cool and thus interferes with my usual drinking pace. boo