It's 3:07, looking for something I've never seen
I loathe this. I cannot sleep. I loathe not being able to sleep. What I loathe even more is not being able to sleep while PMSing (well, during, really), which means that I think about things which make me all fucking angsty and sad and big middle finger at life, which is actually really good and so I don't know why it deserves a middle finger.
Tonight I was having a discussion with a friend about working for a printing factory. He said it was fantastically boring. I argued by coining this gem: "It doesn't sound so bad. I just like paper."
I just like paper?
Well, you know what, world? Suck on it. Because I love paper. I love the way paper smells and I love taking a big huge stack out of wrapping because it has so much potential and I love how the pages of my new journal feel under my fingers and I want them to be messy and crammed and full when I'm done with them in a year or a month or however long it takes.
An hour ago I (hand) wrote a page about how I wished our house (condo) had a front porch that faced a road rather than a pool of asphalt and more condos.
I just like roads.
Tonight I was having a discussion with a friend about working for a printing factory. He said it was fantastically boring. I argued by coining this gem: "It doesn't sound so bad. I just like paper."
I just like paper?
Well, you know what, world? Suck on it. Because I love paper. I love the way paper smells and I love taking a big huge stack out of wrapping because it has so much potential and I love how the pages of my new journal feel under my fingers and I want them to be messy and crammed and full when I'm done with them in a year or a month or however long it takes.
An hour ago I (hand) wrote a page about how I wished our house (condo) had a front porch that faced a road rather than a pool of asphalt and more condos.
I just like roads.