Sunday, Jan. 11, 2004 : Tights and Converse Trainers
I can get married now. "But I neeeeeeed tacos! I need them or I will explode! That happens to me sometimes..."
My future intended will have a lot to put up with. Like a Taco Bell next door (I'll import one from America).
I'm stuck in the loop still, the same as way back when..
But I haven't got a way out.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: