Thursday, January 20, 2011

when the sun don't shine, you aren't mine

i hate myself when i make bad metaphors (all the tizzime)

in the morning i am on my laptop and i don't even realise that outside exists yet

today at work a cat sneezed directly into my face

i am in a forest and i forget everything else

a kebab shop in the middle of a mall is probably not the best place for introspection

my feet are in a stream and i feel happy

okay, sweet, i want a mcflurry

i am looking up how to make sangria

i play my bass and then get bored and write a short story about dinosaurs


  1. there's something vaguely unsatisfying about playing bass by yourself

    i mean, unless you're playing some sweet dub