My hair is no longer black.

And now I can barely afford to live for the next two weeks.
Also, the affair I’m having with a communist from London has been uncovered. I will now be moving to London instead, to be with him. Sorry if that ruins your fairytale, everyone.
formspring?
I now have a formspring, but I don’t really know what it is. I’m assuming people ask you questions on it? Ask away. I’m currently frustrated because I really want to do groceries and the shops are shut. I will not eat tonight, just because some bearded bastard decided to die, and rise, etc etc, and people decided to believe it.
SO. TARANTULATRASH FORMSPRING.

Also, a bit of portobello.
Send me over.

Now.
Would you drop everything to move 10,000 miles for love?
I don’t know what’s stopping me. I’m not sure I’m brave enough.
I miss England. I miss you.

Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time.





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