Waiting for my rocket to come

So, where have my blue skies gone?

And so I remain... sitting, waiting, wishing, for that rocket to come.


Who knew that a film history essay could be so bloody painful?

1 comment:

Jacques said...

"waiting for my rocket to come."

wonderfully encrypted message. the question is, is that really what you mean?

... haha, this comment sounds a bit "oracle-ish". but seriously, do you mean it?