A Writhing Mass of Barely Connected Thoughts:
You know, I need more 3 AM bonfires here in Seattle. They shouldn't be confined to Bellingham alone.
Today is the last day of my vacation. Tonight, I weep.
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 are great fucking films. Not in the literal sense. Pervs.
I'm travelling on the road to better health. But I refuse to give up sour ales & lambics. I have discovered the most delicious sugar-free chocolate in at least three universes, though.
Itsy-bitsy raspberry, blueberry & blackberry tartlets are made of win. Epic win, even.
Why did no one force me to sit down and watch all of Doctor Who before this? I'm halfway through the third season and desperately in love with this damned show.
Today is made for leaving the apartment & having no emotional stormfronts. Swimming? Picnic? Something?
The sun setting over the water at Golden Gardens is helpful to expell the darkest of deep depressions.
I believe that the Goodwill bins will be the key to my clothing business. I mean, they charge by the effing pound of clothing! Pictures of my creations will be forthcoming...
If I can only begin writing again, move out of the hellhole that is Beacon Hill, live near at least one rad coffeeshop, find a new & much closer job, & work on my seacreature-inspired clothing, LIFE WILL BE A DAMNED SIGHT BETTER THAN JUST OKAY.
That is all...
For now.
Today is the last day of my vacation. Tonight, I weep.
Kill Bill Vol. 1 & 2 are great fucking films. Not in the literal sense. Pervs.
I'm travelling on the road to better health. But I refuse to give up sour ales & lambics. I have discovered the most delicious sugar-free chocolate in at least three universes, though.
Itsy-bitsy raspberry, blueberry & blackberry tartlets are made of win. Epic win, even.
Why did no one force me to sit down and watch all of Doctor Who before this? I'm halfway through the third season and desperately in love with this damned show.
Today is made for leaving the apartment & having no emotional stormfronts. Swimming? Picnic? Something?
The sun setting over the water at Golden Gardens is helpful to expell the darkest of deep depressions.
I believe that the Goodwill bins will be the key to my clothing business. I mean, they charge by the effing pound of clothing! Pictures of my creations will be forthcoming...
If I can only begin writing again, move out of the hellhole that is Beacon Hill, live near at least one rad coffeeshop, find a new & much closer job, & work on my seacreature-inspired clothing, LIFE WILL BE A DAMNED SIGHT BETTER THAN JUST OKAY.
That is all...
For now.