leftovers + msn
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
the day after christmas exists primarily to prove yesterday contained too much food. #
Nothing important today.
Leftovers.
MSN.
Music.
Britney followed by Nosferatu because apparently I enjoy making Winamp experience emotional whiplash.
Yuri called.
Edo sent files.
I ate again.
Perfect.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.