if it's not enough.

btw, reasons i love my scandal is because she's fucking adorable please.

two of the five things she has to do before she dies:

1. ride a horse. not just any dumb ugly horse. it has to have music sense and clipclop to my tempo. like those really well-trained horses they use in equestrian.

2. milk a cow. not just any dumb fugly cow. it has to have black and white patches. and the white has to be pure creamy white and not yellow-stained-with-urine white.

HAHAA WHAT THE FUCK HORSE AND COW ALSO HAVE TO CHOOSE HAHAHAHAHAHAA.

evan i love you. <3 in my case, the question is not what on earth am i doing here, but what on earth am i going to do here. the tragedy of this is, i can't think of a single goddamn thing i have to do before i pass. two ways to look at this, because i have no direction whatsoever, and because nothing is good enough for me. who the fuck invented crossroads, i'd like to know. c'est la vie.