i slip and fall down in front of a busstop full of people.
my butt deflated.

sewing
satisfied although i haven finish
but we sewed without any one's help.
i am so proud of myself.
but i am still depressed by a gay word.

my brain is playing this over and over again
'babble babble bitch bitch
rebel rebel party party
sex sex sex
don't forget the violence'

had fun today!
and i am seeing beatles everywhere. i am starting to have phobia of them.
but i still love paul mccartney.