Wearing:
A black Vera Wang nighty (it has little scribbley hearts on it).
Eating:
That icky taste I get in my mouth after sleeping.
Drinking:
Coffee
Listening to:
The space heater (which doesn't seem to heat the room entirely, let alone space).
Thinking:
That some people will probably think I don't realize that space heaters weren't intended for outer-space.
Smell like:
Probably cigarettes, but let's pretend I smell like flowers.
Something good:
The world won't last forever.
Last smile:
What is a 'smile' ?
Last website:
My iGoogle homepage.
Leaving for:
Nothing in particular.
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