Then again, I define my myself with sitting all too close to the brink of insanity.

Take me to Barcelona, take me to Brugge. Poland and Cairo are next… It’s not that big of a secret, and it’s ‘pretty obvious’ now. I suppose I am not one to talk about my feelings the more and more I look at it. I always thought I wore my heart on my sleeve. But I was informed about a week ago that I’m as had to read as the facial expression on a dead Rhino (Okay, I made that analogy up but she would have to agree). PLEASE BE MORE CLEAR… it says. Apparently I’m oooh soo vague, and I say this with a sexy pout, wrap you up in cotton wool…
Homework in exchange for pancakes and back rubs sounds like a decently fair trade. I’m always up in the air- Floating around inside my head. A million thoughts running around, they are disjointed and non linear. Just the way I like it. Do you like waffles? They’re okay… I just don’t like plain maple syrup. Drink ’til we fall out of trees. Burn like a good bonfire in whatever you do…