- i'm the perfect amount of exhausted for the friday of sxsw. its middle tired. i could use a cold hot-tub (something lukewarm with bubbles because it's pretty warm here), something terribly horrible for me to eat (strawberry-therapy) and a 2 hour nap. but i'm not at the LEAVE. ME. ALONE. stage yet. that's for sunday.
- i wish i weren't bloating so that my uber-cute dress that i love didn't pull. it's not pulling THAT much, but it's still pulling and i'm into details.
- i am learning to play the game.
- i have no patience for the game.
- i want to make out with that fella again. he pulled my hair just right.