horses dont feed on cherry trees

had enough of black horses and the cherry tree and i'm still at war with myself. crazy shit. i couldnt even be bothered to pack my room a little though i'm already swimming in melted half-eaten chocolate bars. devil me says hey you are moving out already anyway. i cant disagree with that because it's a fact, can i? so, what now?

things still move on, leaving goodie me alone at some bus stop, while jerry brings my shell to Markono's factory tomorrow to haunt them for the SMU open house manuals that we so painstakingly edited. i know it's gonna be cool, seeing all that jerry has taught me coming to work front my spectacles. and then it's going to be another girls' night out.

anyhows, wolf creek's woohooo. it's so woohoo that fur paid $7 only to catch half an hour of it. come on, laugh at her. LOL.

suddenly i feel so mean.