my eyes are green cause i eat a lot of vegetables.

this week is a lot a lot a lot.
but its tuesday! and im exhausted with decisions. hate. wish i had help.
another me who knew.

clarity.

mine?

i hate when the end of books make me feel like ive lost a companion. dammit.

i was sifting through facebook earlier and thought to myself,
will anna levina, ashanti allison, kyle bialko, and myself ever be in the same room at the same time again?
who knows.
but i would like it.
and then i add other people, the list goes on.
how are these people actually doing?
such a strange mix of a different time.

WHO KNOWS who knows.
but its nice to think about every once in awhile.

new dollar

caramel cinnamon pear apple dipping sauce from whole foods YES PLEASE SIR

yes. purchased. woo!

moving on is so encompassing.
conundrum!

i had a conversation with an old friend a long time ago about his decision to do things on purpose. making the conscious decision to be how you are. i dont notice it so much anymore in him, but the conversation stuck with me.

blgh. too much perfection. (lovevsjealousy)
http://duckduckcollective.com/blog/
also:

are your drunk thoughts your true thoughts or your exaggerated thoughts? or some strange mixture of both/neither.

Novelty - (derived from Latin word novus for "new") is the quality of being new. Although it may be said to have an objective dimension, it essentially exists in the subjective perceptions of individuals.

you make me feel like im 19. and this is where i come full circle in my understanding.

booger encrusted nostrils.

Something ive been needing lately and hoping to get from this trip was a little perspective. Mostly because it's quite hard to step outside persay while in the city. Although my removal has made me revert to this time before. With past thoughts and feelings. And I'll step in the city shoes at the moment my plane lands and I hop on the m60. And in this way my location feels like a costume. Or maybe a channel for my juxtaposing insides. I'm far too indecisively malleable for change. I'm scared at how well I make myself fit places.

Among other things. (like being 24) Anywho, no perspective here. Just more questions. Although I had a lovely time.

Sometimes I wish my body worked differently with bonding and crushing.

So many people I've gotten stuck on, so involved and in it, but when away from it can just drop all things immediately. And seriously not care at all. Just be over it. It just takes one moment outside to see/feel it. It's scary to think about now with past situations.
But mostly I just wish I could like people and just be in it and that's that. Instead of being so closed judgey judged pusher awayer turned off in a second freako.

But then there are some selects who I just have it with. And that's that.
(And thus I get emotional letting go of such things.)

oh whatever. perhaps I should just hang out by myself.
meeting new people just freaks me out sometime. its too much work and too many feelings and too many strange paths.

I much prefer waking up to the sound of a cool wind and birds, and the faint giggling voice of Sarah from somewhere in the house.
Refreshing.