Krystie and I had a good talk at two in the morning about a certain boy I like a lot and don't anticipate anything happening with. It went something like this:
I'm reading an essay on In The Mood For Love on the Criterion website while listening to Regina Spektor.
I'm SUCH an individual.
Oh, and:
Illusion Bomb: what a repressed douche Illusion Bomb: masturbating is sooo fun N1b5t19e: why I'm doing it now Illusion Bomb: can I touch it? N1b5t19e: fuck no