I keep on having these dreams that I was a smoker, and when I wake up, I can't remember whether it's true or not; the dreams are that much like memories.

I took my ipod with me to work for the first time in a while.

I'd kind of gotten out of the habit of listening to music while working, but for some reason I felt like shutting the rest of the office out, and sitting in my own little world; typing away. I put it on random, as I often do, and somewhere around 4:15pm, waltz #2 by elliott smith came ( Read more... )

insomnia ( Read more... )

this morning when I was riding the bus, I was sitting across the aisle from a guy who was carrying a book and a fold up umbrella. that was it. I was jealous, as I was carrying my laptop, my messenger-bag-type purse, and my lunch, which felt like a lot to begin with, even before I compared my load with his ( Read more... )

one. two. three. four ( Read more... )

I remember laying on the couch with a book and a 12 ounce glass of pepsi. pepsi, ice, and a straw. it would be sunny and warm outside, but a little too hot for me to be outside, so instead I'd sit inside reading. with the shade pulled down, so that it wouldn't be too bright ( Read more... )

we just finished watching big fish, and josh was right. I did enjoy it ( Read more... )

so I had a dream a while ago (don't know how long ago, but it feels like a while) that I'm confusing with reality. in the dream, I smoked. a lot. I knew it was bad for me, and I knew that I should quit, but I was wicked stressed out, and was smoking like a pack a day ( Read more... )

well. I just wasted an hour (not really wasted, but I was supposed to go take a shower) catching up on livejournal, which I haven't seriously read in about a week. or whenever the last time I posted was ( Read more... )

I hate that feeling of wanting to type something, to write something, and then realizing that you don't have anything to write about. and knowing that you've written these very words many many times before ( Read more... )