January 2010
“You know it occurs to me that you could solve all your problems by obtaining...”
– Sheldon Cooper
Hi Ti(ed/de)
I am the Master of my own tongue. Except not in that way.
Hello Impatience
Maybe I’ll make peanut butter and choc chunk cookies tonight. And order a box of books from the BookDepository.
Blue (Like The Summer Sky)
My favourite dinosaur is the Thesaurus.
Charming Pants Off of High Skirters
Do you think there are people who only think interesting thoughts?
I am (not) the comic queen
Five volumes of NANA off from being up to date (gratz). About twenty volumes of Naruto off from being up to date (whoops).
“Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal”
– T.S. Eliot
Good morning, silence
Work isn’t fun, but it isn’t horrible when it’s quiet.
Traffic Lights
Exhausted.
The '10' is Still Foreign
Sitting in the car because it’s too hot outside. I want to write and delete and make and destroy.
Hi summer heat.
It feels really late in the afternoon when it’s only 11:30AM. My sleep cycle is out of whack.
Between Flights of Inspiration
At the station again. Wish I brought my EPC to write with. I don’t have anything creative left in my bones but there’s always the misery in my marrow.
Like an Astronaut Fly Heading to Venus
I think I caught what Shape on Wheels had. I have no motivation to eat. Nothing sounds appealing.
Neither of Us are Perfect (This is a Little...
I want to be on your mind.
I want your eyes on me.
I want your hands on me.
I want your world to revolve around me.
I want you to love nobody else.
I want you to miss me.
I want you to be lonely when I’m asleep.
I want you to love me as much as I love you.
Hi Thursday Gloom.
I’m having one of those weeks where everything looks grey, everyone sounds out of tune, and I don’t really want to be here. Anywhere.
Hi grit teeth.
Pete says nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy, but it seems like a waste of misery if you don’t.
Hi work.
They tell us not to take the patient’s anger and rudeness personally. But how can you not when they’re speaking right at you?
Hi goodnight
Woke up with a blocked nose. I was terribly hungry so I ate four giant cookies. Now I’m sleepy and full of sugar, with the more important parts of my brain dripping out my nose.
Hi Central.
Central station is always busy. I bet all the Central stations are.
Hi on another note.
I don’t think I’ve ever combed my hair in public either. There’s something strikingly sexual about exposing your nape.
Hi intimate lipstick.
When I was thirteen, I was on a train with my Aunt Jo. She smiled at me and nodded at a woman applying make up a few seats down from us. She said to me, “Applying make up is something very personal and intimate. You shouldn’t let strangers see you do it.” I’ve never put on make up in public because of those words.
Hello. Yeah. Just hello.
Considering investing in a digital recorder for lectures. Also, I watched The Reader last night and it broke my heart a little. I filled the crack with gum.
Hi bad grammar.
Or is it offense?
Hi skirt.
Now on the train, unreasonably self conscious that the nicely fragance lady next to me will think I’m breathing too loudly. I prefer sitting next to women on the train. They smell nicer and keep to themselves. No offence.
Hi Tumblr.
Train is here. 7:55AM City via East Hills express.