warm beer and cold women...

there is something magical about feeling cold. maybe it's the idea of eventually warming up that makes me love walking barefoot in the fall leaves. burrr. i love it. i feel like a giant. crunch.

i'm so completely random today. i drew a ghost talking on a phone on a post-it note with a speech balloon saying: "don't go home lady, he know's!" and stuck it to the door of the elevator in the education building. i wonder who seen it. i do that quite often. i write love letters to fictitious people and leave them around, hoping maybe someone will find it and feel some sense of perverted happiness.... maybe because they found something so "special"... maybe because they get the idea that there are people still writing love notes.

either way, the whole idea is so fake and silly.

i'm lame though.

i can't exactly tell you when it happened, but everything is so different these days. so... covered and planed. i hate planning things. i hate closed windows.

dull dull dull... alas, not dull enough to study; something i should be doing this very moment. i have a sociology midterm tomorrow and i'm not looking forward to it.

and with that, i'm going to go avoid any type of work and watch seinfeld.




(some random photos i did of my miss k.)

the red scarf.
there has to be more too it...
will it save me? hurt me?
will it comfort me?
when i'm hungry
will it fill me?
will it turn me
into a monster?
into someone i don't recognise
when i look into the mirror?
emptiness, looking back.
lustful

the red scarf.

i'll throw it away, when i feel it's time to rest.

and now, it's time for me to rest.
night kids.

warm beer and cold women...

there is something magical about feeling cold. maybe it's the idea of eventually warming up that makes me love walking barefoot in the fall leaves. burrr. i love it. i feel like a giant. crunch.

i'm so completely random today. i drew a ghost talking on a phone on a post-it note with a speech balloon saying: "don't go home lady, he know's!" and stuck it to the door of the elevator in the education building. i wonder who seen it. i do that quite often. i write love letters to fictitious people and leave them around, hoping maybe someone will find it and feel some sense of perverted happiness.... maybe because they found something so "special"... maybe because they get the idea that there are people still writing love notes.

either way, the whole idea is so fake and silly.

i'm lame though.

i can't exactly tell you when it happened, but everything is so different these days. so... covered and planed. i hate planning things. i hate closed windows.

dull dull dull... alas, not dull enough to study; something i should be doing this very moment. i have a sociology midterm tomorrow and i'm not looking forward to it.

and with that, i'm going to go avoid any type of work and watch seinfeld.




(some random photos i did of my miss k.)

the red scarf.
there has to be more too it...
will it save me? hurt me?
will it comfort me?
when i'm hungry
will it fill me?
will it turn me
into a monster?
into someone i don't recognise
when i look into the mirror?
emptiness, looking back.
lustful

the red scarf.

i'll throw it away, when i feel it's time to rest.

and now, it's time for me to rest.
night kids.