March 18th, 2006

gillian lips

(no subject)

bored bored bored bored bored bored bored.

My life is on hold but for what, when I spend all day every day procrastinating?? I still have 6000 words to write! And a magazine to put together/edit! And poems to rehearse! And a philosophy essay to write! In 12 days! And I'm typing on livejournal! And using so many excalamation marks! And I can't spell! And I'm a soon-to-be English graduate!

Oh well.

poem:

Your gentle toes always
(in my mouth?)

stroke them through your sock once, twice...

dreaming; I miss you.

Someone fetch me
a recipie for
breathing.

message:
someone talk to me! How are all of you f list people? xx