what?

Mother's stuck in traffic. She was supposed to be here @ 1, now it looks like it'll be at least 3. This morning to get enthused for packing my stuff, I put on my reddist, most whore-ish lipstick and danced to The Gossip. Got me going, for sure.

I'm feeling very... disenchanted, today. With so many things.

Blah. I can't type what I mean, because I can't get it out right. ::sigh::

More than ever, I want a makeout party. Maybe for my 21st birthday I'll have a one. All the invitations will alert potential guests that they should come ready to be kissed.

Zzzz. I wish I was living with Drew right now. We would be writing zines, and he would be making me tasty breakfasts, lunches, and dinners, and I would iron his boxers and knit us scarves, and rearrange our furniture everyday. We'd start a revolution out of our apartment, and I'd be a divalicious feminist housevixen and Drew would be my feminist chef/poet of a husband. Who knows who'll be the breadwinner? Doesn't matter. We'll have a baby and name her Justice. She'll be a mocha-colored butterball baby and have curly curly hair. And my eyes.

Delaware better be ready for me. ::heavy sigh::