“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”—John Lennon (via gwenmccartney)
I can’t stop reading this! It’s shocking & horrifying to say the least… never had anything like this happen to me and I’m thanking my lucky stars now. My LIFE can be boring at times, but at least its not gross.
blahblahblah… I’m in such a negative mood right now. I’m only working one day this week… not too happy, that thats all they giving me, since I’m use to three days a week. All this free time, its gonna be strange. I’m trying to look on the bright side, a chance to have a social life again. I feel like such a bum.. I’m always home or at work..home..work. money is worth it a guess but this depressive slump is not, I need motivation. I need to shop me happy and I need someone to recommend me, a hopeless romantic a movie about a hopeless romantic.?
So I went to the kitchen to get chocoMELK, YES, melk not milk. I was talking to Dusty rather loudly about how I told her at like 12, that I would be back later. I mentioned how she might have lost hope that I would return when it hit 1 am. But then here I was, after 1am getting me melk. SoOoo I grabbed a cup & spoon and headed over to the fridge, I poured the milkand the placed it back in z fridge. I proceeded to grab the syrup, I squeezed 2.5 squeezes and then put it back… but while doing this a large bang noise occurred. I watched as a plastic bowl with princess Jasmine on it came out of the cabinet where I had grabbed the cup from before. I had not completely closed it all the way, it was opened little less the half way… so this bowl had busted out and landed face up on the counter below, where like when you drop a penny, it went spinning around n around verrry loudly in my dead quiet home. It spun for what felt like forever, in till it landed flat on the counter. In which I shot a WTF look at Dusty who looked then back at me, both amazed and freaked out at what we just saw. I then closed the fridge and put the bowl back where it belonged I then turned the light off and high tailed it back to my room. This had to be the works of a ghost (that fucking shadowy figure always lurking around the den room) It can literally not be explained by anything else. I was freaked I wanted to tell someone but my brother is out and the parentas are asleep. Why do I have to be alone now bahhhh and why is my house so long and dark that was such a scary ass trip back to my room but the chocomelk was worth it,
So pretty, talented, fashionable, french. Who wouldn’t want to be Francoise Hardy? HEY Bob dylan wrote a poem about her on the back of Another Side…. She was a fan of him as a musician but didn’t find him attractive… To which I say her loss ha.