I want it to rain once more so we could listen to jazz and lay around
The past is the past, but where are you presently? There is boredom and there is escape. I think I’m just bored, angry, or maybe depressed. I feel like nothing is happening. I need something new for I’m growing immensely apathetic.
Everytime you think you’re talking you’re just moving your mouth
Goals to complete by end of the year:
bleach a large portion of my hair
get at least one more tattoo
drink lots of wine
…more goals to come.
Sometimes I just want to go far away and on my own discover another universe.
Books to finish reading before the year ends:
Post Office The Metamorphosis The Sirens of Titan
Memoirs of a Geisha
House of Leaves
Only a couple left :D
From a lunch of expired taquitos, my stomach is set in an unusual spot. This is the lunch of today, this is the lunch of almost everyday. Accompanied with a book it is what takes up my lunch break. I’m so close, I don’t mind a few more of these days.
Under warm ceiling and stale air I lay in bed cooled off from a noon shower. Sleep is the medicine of today and I must of had a many different experiences, many different lives because I don’t wake up for hours, but I must not wake for in my sleep at least I feel like I can do something. No, if I wake things will be worse. I must not wake. I am going back to sleep.
Sometimes I want to know why. Maybe its hard to say how. I just keep on asking, “What is happening?”