the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
The words of "bike" ring in my ears as I collapse into my bed and doze off.
I awake to the blaring of an alarm clock, and i begin to fumble around, my face buried into my pillow.
My name's Uchu Bliss, and I'm a drug addict.
Eventually, my hand-or paw, i often forget- slams onto the alarm clock and i roll over, blinking sleep from my eyes. Sitting up, i stare out at the view from my tiny apartment. I better put some pants on... The thought snaps me awake, and i tumble onto the carpet, headfirst. Getting up, i stretch out and sweep my gaze across the apartment. Clothes are everywhere, even on the curtain rail. I bend down and pull on some jeans, and i crawl around in the search for a shirt that does not smell of weed.
Which is really hard.
Because i just got high off my fucking plaid shirt.
