February 2010
Paint me a picture... and then send me the paint.
I need some paint. I need it. Now. Right now. But i don’t have any. FUCK.
Oh Virginia...
I think I love Virginia Woolf so much because she makes me, almost forces me, to love and cherish my own life.
I was reading some of her quotes earlier:
“The insignificant little creature now knew death. As I looked at the dead moth, this minute wayside triumph of so great a force over so mean an antagonist filled me with wonder. Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was...
Direct
I like to direct. it’s what I do. I need to accept that. I have trouble not directing and was born bossy.
I is such a neccessity
But is should be unnecessary
We is a necessary
but should be a necessity
There is no control involved
or want exuded
It continues on a stagnate path
and lines up without movement
It’s hard to concentrate
when i know you’re upstairs
creating...
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Conundrum-ery
Too curious for my own good Watching every moment Analyzing your movements Your stare gets the better of me I’m an awkward group of mastermind Convicting myself - the shy Getting worse as time flows And only pretending that you know what it’s like in here Your stare gets the better of me Maybe it’s a mind trick - if that you are exotic in your fluidity It firghtens me Encourages...
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The Epitome of What I want to be. We'll see about... →
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Eventful... sort of.
Today I:
Learned that everyone except me likes to watch Fred over Ginger.
Walked to the coffee shop for personal reasons.
Talked about why Bill Gates is successful (and it’s not because of his brain)
Watched a video on YouTube in sociology in which there was a full conversation on masturbation.
Wore a sweater vest
Felt the urge to throw snowballs at random people
Watched the big...
