Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are sticking like tape Woke you at sunrise, cold as a grave I'll cut you some flowers, now don't be afraid
I've been cleaning my room. [Again]. It's something I'm doing pretty often. Which is a good thing. I mean, when I start college I won't be able to. It'll be mountain of work after another. Especially with taking Physics AND Photography AND Media AND Philosophy.
But yeah. Today, I tackled the Shelving in my room. 4, 2 meter long shelves. With all my worldy possessions on them. Mainly books, my stack of NMEs, make up, cameras and lenses, DVDs, folders and stuff. And it's all VERY dusty. I think my cough has gotten worse.
I redid bits of my montage wall. It's looking good. Like really, really Indie wallpaper.
Textbook Enigmatic · Sat Sep 01, 2007 @ 12:26am · 0 Comments |