Countdown to the weekend
Mar. 3rd, 2003 11:51 pm4 days to go...
My hairdye seems to have randomly leeched pink onto this pillowcase again. It always happens to the white one doesn't it? Never the coloured ones... I swear this pollowcase has a special dye-removing formula ingrained into the fibres.
I should go to bed. My eyes are going all wibbly on me again.
Gods what I wouldn't give for a lie in... -_-
Though now I randomly have Idlewild's Century after Century stuck in my head. I'm finding it futile to try and work out why the hell anyone would include the lyrics "You cheekbones don't taste of anything at all" in a song but then whoever said lyricas had to make sense.
Not that I'm 100% sure those are the words, I don't have lyrics, but that's what it SOUNDS like...
I'm rambling.
Bed.
Now.
My hairdye seems to have randomly leeched pink onto this pillowcase again. It always happens to the white one doesn't it? Never the coloured ones... I swear this pollowcase has a special dye-removing formula ingrained into the fibres.
I should go to bed. My eyes are going all wibbly on me again.
Gods what I wouldn't give for a lie in... -_-
Though now I randomly have Idlewild's Century after Century stuck in my head. I'm finding it futile to try and work out why the hell anyone would include the lyrics "You cheekbones don't taste of anything at all" in a song but then whoever said lyricas had to make sense.
Not that I'm 100% sure those are the words, I don't have lyrics, but that's what it SOUNDS like...
I'm rambling.
Bed.
Now.