ladida
I've been on a sketchbook rampage this week because anything, ANYTHING is better than working on my Master's Field Project.
"Have a nice life" is such a funny saying to me. It seems like such a pleasant expression, and yet the connotation is "Rot in hell, asshole." I don't know if I'm happy or sad that I've never had the chance to say it to someone frankly.
I'm seeing the Slackers this Friday. Someone's gonna witness me skanking... all night? It's been two years since I've been to a ska show. It's about damn time.
Why do I have to be so sensitive to sounds and smells? And why do I feel compelled to tell you fine people about it? Oh well. Someone's always banging or hammering something in the morning... the time varies, but it's always long before I've had enough sleep. Also, all of the food in my cupboard has absorbed the taste and smell of overripe bananas. *gag*
"Have a nice life" is such a funny saying to me. It seems like such a pleasant expression, and yet the connotation is "Rot in hell, asshole." I don't know if I'm happy or sad that I've never had the chance to say it to someone frankly.
I'm seeing the Slackers this Friday. Someone's gonna witness me skanking... all night? It's been two years since I've been to a ska show. It's about damn time.
Why do I have to be so sensitive to sounds and smells? And why do I feel compelled to tell you fine people about it? Oh well. Someone's always banging or hammering something in the morning... the time varies, but it's always long before I've had enough sleep. Also, all of the food in my cupboard has absorbed the taste and smell of overripe bananas. *gag*