I'm jinxed.
I really am.
Anything that can possibly screw things up would happen.
Juz coz i'm in charge.
Trouble is brewing.
I can smell it from here.
I wonder when I'll really and finally break down.
I hate this place.
I'm so tired.
I'm a witch. I'm an evil bimbo. The most evil if there ever was one. But then there never will be one coz bimbos are never evil.
Somethings are brewing. No, not coffee.
2 Comments:
my exact sentiments.
the smell tracked me down at my home, blue saturday.
By Tashes, at 10/24/2004 03:40:00 AM
Perhaps it is just the coffee brewing that you smell,
And the trouble is lurking in the confines of your mind.
By Bonnie, at 10/24/2004 09:56:00 AM
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