||[Dec. 4th, 2005|12:36 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||ah well. ok i guess||]|
|||||the sound of my little wilfa||]|
i endulge myself with sexual fantacys about love and about being pretty. the worst kind. if i just could love somebody, and they could love my back. ooooh. but that wouldn't be enough, i really want a pretty boi this time, with nice hair, good taste in music and really tight pants. i wan't him to give more than i do, i wan't him to not be an idiot. i don't want him to ever cry, and to make sure i know he loves me. i just want him to be abel to preform smal miricals. if he could just raise the dead or turn whater in to vintage whiskey and clothing that would be nice. he should be rich, and generous. goth with a twist, and eh, have a big, eh. well not a car.
i'm lonely and not in to cyber, whatz an ugly grrl 2 do ;)