the thing is

I love this city to bits but I cannot, cannot, cannot breathe here. I want to live where no one knows me, get a job like regular people, write a dissertation and then figure out poetry (mmkay?).

twice a day -

- just because I didn't mention yet, did I, that I have a new coat and it's the funkiest fluffliest coat in the world and I'm quite in love, love.

- And do you know how much it freaks me out when never-never-Austen-island and the LJfandomishness suddenly discuss the same issues at the same time? Repeatedly? It. freaks. me. out. Stop doing it. Stop. -

( plus, quizzie )