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Sweet Summer. Miss Reese. x I love going to my neighbour's. It's been TOO LONG since I went over to really HANG. How about this- she phoned us a few days ago and got a dead tone. We changed our number YEARS ago. I was thinking how I used to visit her loads. Make my own way to her freezing computer room and start playing jewel chase, coming out to have toasted cheese sandwiches and vitagen, eating lots of yummy chocolate while we talk, going over every sunday for mtv top 20. It comforts me that she hasn't refurnished her house over the years. Everything's the same save for a new carpet and some new furniture. At least some things don't change... So today I went over. She made me a toasted cheese sandwich, I had an apple vitagen, and I switched on mtv. Oh, she brought out a new tray of chocolates too. It was YUMMMM. :) |
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| Aaahhh... I embarked on a massive cleaning spree just about 2 hours ago. I initially intended to only restack and rehang my clothes, but i eventually went psycho and cleaned up my entire half of the room. The other half belongs to my sister- which currently honestly looks like a DUMP. My life feels very in order now. |
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| 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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