soraya

im sitting somewhere in between leave me alone and please give me love and affection.
what the fuck? i think its just pms. i hope its just pms.
either that or a minor case of schizophrenia right? i think ill take the first.

i had this sudden urge to make brownies and feed into the chocolate callings and then i just realized that the damn oven is broken. no brownies for me now. i think ill just embark on a crazed crafting expedition i got this idea of stenciling cool ass shit onto dresses and bags and shit with fabric paint, and i have so many random things piled right next to my sewing table. im starting to not know whats what anymore. for the last couple of weeks its really just turned into a cat bed.

my bangs are so long its ridiculous. i put tea tree oil on my head cause it got dry and now it smells good and feels all tingly and refreshing.

i cant remember if i mentioned that i got into the dance troupe i auditioned for. i heard from a not-so-secret but secret source that i was all of their first choice. and i was so nervous too i almost didnt go to it. im excited. our first rehearsal is next week.

now that im still looking for a new place to live i keep checking the rents in other cities, and why the hell is the san francisco bay area possibly one of the most expensive damn places to live?! its completely ridiculous. please someone convince me not to move the hell out of here i am this close.. i would just need that little, um, factor, called a job...

brownies brownies brownies i cant stop thinking about them.. anyone wanna bring some over? i could use a little hug too while your at it. thanks.