You Will Have A Boy Tonight
Contrary to popular opinion, I is infact the most commonly used letter in the English language. Or at least that is the road I was going down for a good while last night.
Whereas on the road to Good Health I do not currently find myself on. Nor the road of pleasant demeanour. On these parallel paths I feel merely a spectator, living in the prison of the castle in the island.
Would you rather live in the country or the city? I feel torn in many ways between the electric street lights and a cottage. Have it both ways I shall propose yet not attain.
Tomorrow all this excuse for an Internet browser will be over and done with as I shall have a new computer. Unfotunately I have not even got the hang of using this one so the notion of a new format is most distressing.
I am boring holes in your head avid readers? Good, boo sucks to you.
Here are some things I hate and some things I like. I hate tomatoes. I like French Toast. I hate headaches. I like being sick (sometimes). I hate the fact that I have no knees in any of my jeans. I like little about my clothes. I hate having to phone for things. I like being phoned. I hate it when curtains are closed during the day.I like having my window open. I hate nothingness of a city spring. I like the best parts of all the other seasons. I hate being unsure of whether to say what I'm doing or not. I like listening to the right conversations. I hate that I can't find anything good to read, by myself. I like Audrey Tatou. I hate sleet. I like it when it rains (sometimes). I hate it when technology fails you and I hate mobile phones irrationally and cars. I like being the passenger. I hate talking too much in a conversation. I like the aesthetic of writting good long letters. I hate myself for writing this and actually thinking briefly about it *sticks tongue out with mouth and eyes closed*.
Whereas on the road to Good Health I do not currently find myself on. Nor the road of pleasant demeanour. On these parallel paths I feel merely a spectator, living in the prison of the castle in the island.
Would you rather live in the country or the city? I feel torn in many ways between the electric street lights and a cottage. Have it both ways I shall propose yet not attain.
Tomorrow all this excuse for an Internet browser will be over and done with as I shall have a new computer. Unfotunately I have not even got the hang of using this one so the notion of a new format is most distressing.
I am boring holes in your head avid readers? Good, boo sucks to you.
Here are some things I hate and some things I like. I hate tomatoes. I like French Toast. I hate headaches. I like being sick (sometimes). I hate the fact that I have no knees in any of my jeans. I like little about my clothes. I hate having to phone for things. I like being phoned. I hate it when curtains are closed during the day.I like having my window open. I hate nothingness of a city spring. I like the best parts of all the other seasons. I hate being unsure of whether to say what I'm doing or not. I like listening to the right conversations. I hate that I can't find anything good to read, by myself. I like Audrey Tatou. I hate sleet. I like it when it rains (sometimes). I hate it when technology fails you and I hate mobile phones irrationally and cars. I like being the passenger. I hate talking too much in a conversation. I like the aesthetic of writting good long letters. I hate myself for writing this and actually thinking briefly about it *sticks tongue out with mouth and eyes closed*.