| Can-not lose mojo at this time. Will not lose mojo. i have suddenly developed an intense love for macs fries. my dad would probably stone me for saying this-- 'THEY ARE BULLSHIT FRIES. WEDGES! WEDGES!' i like wedges all right! if they're marinated with those wonderful salty spicy dunwhats. but shoelace limp/ fried squareish ends wins... they just taste soo good. kill complex numbers... so terribly hungry right now. why did i not take up my vati's offer to go for 'light snacks'?! i.e. prata. IS IT TOO LATE? I am going to ask. |
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| You know what's irksome? Screwed up earphones; 'EH CAN ONLY HEAR ONE SIDE BLOODY HELL' Excessive usage of smileys Dry lips Perpetually smelly feet (Yours and mine) My wall photos peeling off A messy closet. HEAPS MESSY. Momentary loss of momentum Seeing all other books by the same author available on the shelves EXCEPT FOR THE ONE. I. WANT. It makes me jump with mad disgust. Like hello PERSON-WHO-TOOK-IT WHAT IS YOUR VENDETTA TOWARDS ME I'D LIKE TO KNOW. yeah- k bye |
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| “All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this -- as in other ways -- they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.” -John Berger |
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the static whispered in my ear
but in a moment your voice was clear
"I need some time" you said to me
that's when I knew you were gonna make me lonely Emily Haines!! |
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| things are kind of BLAH right now. not the most coherent thing, but BAH. I really want to get back to writing my stories. |
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