sing this one for the fishes!
forget the shit hitting the ceiling theory.
i'm taking cover. a nice bomb shelter would be
amazingly nice. i just hope i'm spared the scars, shrapnel and burns. by gawd i really don't want to get involved.
my wetseal clothes are in the bag. i'm antsy and nervous bout tomorrow. i really hope things go well. mayhaps a glimmer of hope in a new land, a new industry. but we'll just wait and see how things go. gut feeling they won't want me. but who's to say i never tried eh?
how does this sound? dress, pantyhose/leggings, peeptoe heels. i should channel preppy eclectic but i'm nowhere there.
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