my subscription.
tear.

who wants to buy me a new one?

anyway, i'm procrastinating. as if you couldn't tell. i'm writing a journal.
OF COURSE i'm procrastinating.
i only ever write journals when i'm either extremely bored or procrastinating... i am putting off doing my english journal.
TOTALLY SMART, I KNOW.
shit is due friday and its meant to be like 4000 words.
i will go over
last year i did 11 pages. (o^_')b
of rambly not very analytical writing. YAY!
oontz oontz oontz.

wow, can you tell i'm running out of things to say?
because i totally am.

TO DO LIST:
make stuff
sell stuff
buy subby
buy that top from juicy peach i put on layby
death//dolls shoot with ~InsideThisFakeISee [can we fuse the two together? i like the sound of death dolls, but we should do seperate shoots too]
finish making maugrim costume

theres more, i am forgetting things, i know.

WELL.
i'm meant to call urban cow and remind them that i'm going to work experience there.
they're following me on twitter
i have to watch what i say. :/

i'm going to stop now. i cant think of anything else to say...
goodnight, dA.

even though its kinda early and this journal was relatively short.
xox


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