Wiggly Wobblies
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Sunday, April 30, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Lullaby.
Day after day, time after time. An endless routine of 8am alarms, morning showers and the things you never get around to doing, even after promising yourself for the 116th time that you would do it today. Today.
"... always there for you. Without you even asking." -Scrubs
With that, I finally stopped denying.
At the end of the day, after the dresses have been hung up; after enduring the aching feet, 480 hour-long minutes, cramps and a sore eye - as selfish and needy as it sounds, you just want someone to brush back your hair, not care that it is disgustingly greasy and screwed up from being in a ponytail all day, and tell you,
Everything is going to be all right.
Even if it isn't.
"... always there for you. Without you even asking." -Scrubs
With that, I finally stopped denying.
At the end of the day, after the dresses have been hung up; after enduring the aching feet, 480 hour-long minutes, cramps and a sore eye - as selfish and needy as it sounds, you just want someone to brush back your hair, not care that it is disgustingly greasy and screwed up from being in a ponytail all day, and tell you,
Everything is going to be all right.
Even if it isn't.
