Monday bloody monday.

[Beatles - Strawberry Feilds]

Found a bag in the dumpster yesterday. It's amazing what people will throw away and what other people collect. Half of my cosmetics collection comes from the ground. I've never really used them, I just like having them. I'm not too good at buying cosmetics of my own, things usually wind up with me almost breaking down into tears or just dropping everything and running. There's just something about a herd of salesladies swarming over you screaming "Aubergine-Cherry! Aubergine Cherrry!" "No! Pink Pastel Passion!!" that scares me - it scares me bad. Hold Me.

Like being surrounded by a bunch of born-again-everything.

Anyway, the bag is currently hanging outside my balcony, drying after I washed it out and scrubbed it down. Not that I'm a neat-freak in any way- you might have gathered this already. And if you had your doubts - this is my room, on any given day. And this is the white boy I live with, on any other.