Whose Idea Was It To....
Inject MSG into instant noodles?! For fuck's sake! I hadn't been eating 5 minutes and I puked, seriously. I'm not the type of person who checks the label for nutritional tables and shit, but I'm gonna have to start or something... I have the worst headache now, and I feel like puking again, but I know I'll only dry-heave or something, which is worse. Ok, I'm past it.
On a completely seperate note...
I thought this would be fitting, Jess:
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty.
I work tomorrow, 4-9:30, and I hate it, but I need the money for things.... important things. Life-changing things.
I start my process in the next couple days... the process of throwing away shit I don't need, which will take forever. Oh, how I adore you, beautiful moon that shines through my curtains! For I am a night crawler, and so it remains.
On a completely seperate note...
I thought this would be fitting, Jess:
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
Lord Byron's She Walks in Beauty.
I work tomorrow, 4-9:30, and I hate it, but I need the money for things.... important things. Life-changing things.
I start my process in the next couple days... the process of throwing away shit I don't need, which will take forever. Oh, how I adore you, beautiful moon that shines through my curtains! For I am a night crawler, and so it remains.