i realised that my room smells like an old lady's room, a combination of incense and counterpain. im turning old. by 30, i will be hobbling down orchard road suffering from a bad case of athritis.
so much work, so so so much work. i cant breathe, literally. it's no good.
ive been reading fear and trembling by kierkegaard. i must say it's been interesting..
and ive been reading freud as well. that egoistical bastard. or in maryann's words, nothing but a cocksucker. HAHAHHAHA.
today i bought a travel guide to the greatest city in the world, new york. for one buckeroo. it's things like this that makes me happy. even for that split second.
times like that dont come easy.
i saw him on stage, and i thought to myself, what the hell did i see in him anyway? he looks short, awkward, full bloody stop. then he did something else that i always remembered about him. damn boy, you can move. and that was how he took me in again.
im fucking fat.
i hate my skin, the skin i am living in.
i have a great feeling that i am not going for 227 lecture tmrw, i have given up all hope that ill ever be good at techy stuff. i was just not meant to function this way.
some pictures:

say hello to good times, what matters is what hasnt been my darling.