blogger/manhattan

blah blah blahblah blah.

when can we start over?
when can we start over?
when can we start over?
1min 15sec.

my face. im having issues. i might smell also. my head is a level amillion sudoku. mostly i just feel a little loopy.

but ohmygosh i love the rain/coolness.
i can relax a little bit now.

------- i am without

my eye is driving me wild right now. slightly swollen. quiet weekend - i dont mind. i think i might have a secret for the first time. i dare not think on it - let alone tell. i miss quiet summer afternoon breezes. i cant compete with the bubbly chic (nor do i want to) - i have no idea how their insides work. i am not hip. i am of most clumsy in all aspects, if not embarassing. i am undeserving and heavy, heavy. but a feather. i am yesterday's, ive been done before. i am not even in love.

big green nightgown

its rough updating without the internet. its been awhile. who knows what ive been up to. things here and there. its strange, to think about this time in my life. so unknowing. enjoying my time while i wait for some other things (school?) but feeling so eager towards the things i see other people doing (relationships, travels, careers). am i far behind? is there a count? it was sad enough when my dreams were silly because of my clear lack of talent/originality. now economic impossibilities really dont help much. but this is what i have. and today, i feel good inside about it.

movements

cause im gonna buy this place and see it burn