Nonsense

I could never be an elitist.

Today has been a peculiar day in its quietness and simplicity. My hair is messy and my face gives the impression that I need a shower. I've got work to do and all I can think about is that my hair needs a major update. And I fall in love so easily. The index finger on my right hand hurts because I've been constantly biting my nails. Yes, I am emotionally catatonic.

And there is nothing I'd rather do than spend all day in the sack with you