I need a new haircut.
I need a new addiction.
I need a new yoga membership.
I need a new home.
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.
I spent all of today in doors; this has been a first all week.
my mood changes with the weather; it's kind of nice actually,
I think I'm going to move to Mexico; learn some Spanish and claim citizenship.
Well, look at me! think any one is going to question the one eighteenth!?
my mood changes with the weather; it's kind of nice actually,
I think I'm going to move to Mexico; learn some Spanish and claim citizenship.
Well, look at me! think any one is going to question the one eighteenth!?
"love is a poor mans food, don't prophesize."
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