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i cant stop knitting. seriously, its an issue. im determined to make a shirt by the end of the week, cause well, i packed all my clothes. heres a drawing of the shirt:
i'm almost done with the boobs.
im going through an anti people thing. i hold though that its not an emo anti social thing, i just like myself better this way right now. im being super productive about things that are really unnessecary, wich makes me feel beter about not doing the stuff i sholud be doing. way to go rachel. i made a new hat. im determined to devise tactics for knitting with thread. i think wonderful things could come of that, just not when im stoned, cause it got really frustrating. i've rewired my understanding of character development and thusly the boundries of the narrative voice. so i started a novel. its a love story.
not really.
ask me about it. it should be cool. gellin if you may.
ewwww, love. im not in love. no one is in love with me. no one ever has been. theres no one i know that i wish i could love or could do the same. sometimes love is totally irrelevent. for me that time is right now. id much rathersuck my thumb, read garcia marquez, masterbate and call it a night than be bitter about it. it makes some of the finner points of existentialism easier to comprehend. for everyone apart from their loved one, feeling unrequitted, dumped, desperate, don't let the the interpreted actions of another rule your life. your cognitive longing in the end is for a picture of a person that you yourself created as a sounding board for your personal emotions, and insequrities about your own existence. or maybe they just give good head. regardless, you can fall in love with anyone, if the timeings right, or if they're wear a racoon suit. as belle and sebastian would say, "if you find yourself caught in love, say a prayer to the man above." as i say, read the tao de ching and watch cops.
my nose i s bleeding, and my cat is padding my nipple.
i think its time to E move on. time for googleing BBW s.
i leave you with this lovely photo of a tree in washington sq park. it was a lovely day, and a nice nap.
i'm almost done with the boobs.
im going through an anti people thing. i hold though that its not an emo anti social thing, i just like myself better this way right now. im being super productive about things that are really unnessecary, wich makes me feel beter about not doing the stuff i sholud be doing. way to go rachel. i made a new hat. im determined to devise tactics for knitting with thread. i think wonderful things could come of that, just not when im stoned, cause it got really frustrating. i've rewired my understanding of character development and thusly the boundries of the narrative voice. so i started a novel. its a love story.
not really.
ask me about it. it should be cool. gellin if you may.
ewwww, love. im not in love. no one is in love with me. no one ever has been. theres no one i know that i wish i could love or could do the same. sometimes love is totally irrelevent. for me that time is right now. id much rathersuck my thumb, read garcia marquez, masterbate and call it a night than be bitter about it. it makes some of the finner points of existentialism easier to comprehend. for everyone apart from their loved one, feeling unrequitted, dumped, desperate, don't let the the interpreted actions of another rule your life. your cognitive longing in the end is for a picture of a person that you yourself created as a sounding board for your personal emotions, and insequrities about your own existence. or maybe they just give good head. regardless, you can fall in love with anyone, if the timeings right, or if they're wear a racoon suit. as belle and sebastian would say, "if you find yourself caught in love, say a prayer to the man above." as i say, read the tao de ching and watch cops.
my nose i s bleeding, and my cat is padding my nipple.
i think its time to E move on. time for googleing BBW s.
i leave you with this lovely photo of a tree in washington sq park. it was a lovely day, and a nice nap.