november

It's freaking freezing, and drizzling, and misty, and it's 5 in the afternoon, and it's that sad time of the year when you don't know if the Sun's ever gonna come out or if anyone ever knew you at all to get you something meaningful for Christmas.
So, I'll just go into town and buy myself black stockings, and green nail varnish, so I can dress up like a slut I think you want me to be, and spend my afternoon lying in bed, playing with myself and the idea of how we should get married, even though I don't even know your name.