Hmm, seems like there's trouble brewing my sweet paradise, and I, being a Diva of course, can't let that happen. What to do, what to do, when all my trouble seems to come in twos?
Aight, 'nuff of this bullshitting around. Tonight there will be a meteor shower and honestly, I could think of any other way I'd rather spend it, then curled up under a blanket that blends in with the sky, a huge cup of rich dark chocolate cocoa and Andrew Bird telling me to fucking dance. Yep. Did I mention I plan to spend it...alone?
Yeah, for some reason many people think I'm a social butterfly. The only Diva thing about me is that I, Z.e. Daniels, don't care if you think my wild mane is blocking your view, or if my formal wear in the middle of San Francisco will I smoke a delicious Camel no. 9 cigarette is horrendously obnoxious. Darling, I'm going to die young and I'm going to be soooo happy. I am solitary creature, who only goes outside if 1) food is involved and/or 2) you can make me smile the second I get in the car. Did I mention by anger management skills are...non-existent? Pretty much if you like your genitals to remain user friendly, You. Will. Not. Piss. Me. Off.
Other than that, I'm head over heels in love with a guy I don't deserve, trying to tame my lustful beast (which is easier to type than achieve) and I'm dealing with stress like no other. Wake me up in a couple hours, we'll do work then.
Teehee, :)
We're going to be GREAT friends, I can tell.
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