the person who i end up with is going to have to understand that they will live with never understanding my thought process. the train makes me late all the time and i don’t think before i say things but i don’t believe in time or the point of listening to my inner monologue. it takes too much time to analyze what i should of said rather than wasting more time than i need to make a decision. i do what i want and i won’t pay attention to rules or permission. anything they can do i can do different. i try not to plan things more in advance than the wednesday after next and i always forget until i have to choose to dismiss fifteen minutes before an appointment. if i have cash in my pocket book then consider it spent on knees highs and panties instead of doing my laundry. i’m not bad girl i swear you could take me home to your mum if she had given you balls. call me if you want some.