Saturday, January 16, 2010
while the sun kissed the mountains blue and eleven moons played across rainbows above me and you
claudia schiffer is so beautiful, everytime i see her i die a little inside because i will never be that tall, or that thin, or that perfect. but i digress. the first thing i had this morning was half a can of beer and i still haven't smoked a cigarette.
and everytime i see lourdes ciccone i want to pin her down and wax the shit out of her. unibrow and all.
i'm a bad person.