I have Into the Woods on loop, which may not be good because it is morbid as hell.
LSD was very trippy and I came out feeling very involved, and it's been a while.
My thoughts are either bullet points or a tangled mesh of rubber bands.
Now, as you can see, they are bullet points, only I wouldn't actually put the points because it's just too science examish.
I am not innocent, just so that you know. Even I am fakepoetjaded and cynical and miserable and listen to electronica and funk and write very tortured verse. Maybe not entirely, but I am very not inncocent and definitely fakepoet.
Don't ask me if I like my job, because I don't know.
Two people made me laugh without really realising how profoundly funny they were when they said what they said. Like, I'm still smiling about it.
Nouvelle Vague is one of my favouritest discoveries. I love.
I'm hoping you know by now where to place the bullets.
My Coreldraw just expired, and I feel terrible. I practically stole it from my previous office - and Corel was one of the few reasons why that old job was useful. I need to make a wedding card for my brother. And I need Coreldraw.
I have also lost my favourite red bandana and my prevention of screw ups diary. I lose things a lot, but these losses leave me pretty devastated. Like if I ever lost my purple jacket, I might just throw myself off a building.
I am sssssick of auditioning people.
They beat the dog at work because he bit some people. :(