thursday is going to be a good day.
i will happily fix my tooth and sign the marriage papers.
everyday nonsense to take care about. feels like it, yes.
and then there is gonna be a long and sweet talk *)
if i ever going to actually say out that i signed it all.
the key from the mansion can be taken away easily.
bad girl goes good.
i want to believe that universe works for my sake.
pretty please?