so im a good kind of scared. and slightly freaked that New Years has appeared to have come early. right now, right now i can hear it outside, the door bell's ringing and i'm staring at the door itching to call out and now i'm biting my nails that i'd promised i'd grow because it's now stopped ringing and started knocking and i should sit on my hands but i cant because i'm typing but then would it be so bad, so terrible to let New Year's in and start the rest of my life today instead of Saturday?
the only problem is i'm not entirely sure what the 'rest of my life' should consist of. i want to paint, but i have no space for canvases and brushes, so now this shall be my canvas, the keypad can be my brushes and the letters that spell the words will be my brush strokes.
oh and hello, i'm millie and i'm very pleased to meet you. please make yourself at home and have a cup of tea.