It's June 15th. I've avoided my e-mails from OPPD because I haven't felt inclined to type. Till tonight.
Michael hasn't had a phone, and while I understand that there are things beyond his control, if just really sucks. We spoke for less than five minutes tonight, which felt so nice, but he's going through a singer's worst nightmare right now and I want to be there for him, and I have no idea how he's doing or what he's going through.
The kitchen smells like garlic naan from dinner I made at ten o' clock.
I've stopped wearing underwear.
I will be living on my own next week and I can't be more excited. I wish I had some money to actually use while everyone was away, but what can you do?
Michael hasn't had a phone, and while I understand that there are things beyond his control, if just really sucks. We spoke for less than five minutes tonight, which felt so nice, but he's going through a singer's worst nightmare right now and I want to be there for him, and I have no idea how he's doing or what he's going through.
The kitchen smells like garlic naan from dinner I made at ten o' clock.
I've stopped wearing underwear.
I will be living on my own next week and I can't be more excited. I wish I had some money to actually use while everyone was away, but what can you do?
