With Chunks Of Chocolate
i just realized that almost all of my recent entries have to do with sex.
it's kind of ridiculous. that's actually not on my mind as much as one would think. but my laziness in typing any of my other thoughts seems forthright, since i just feel selfish and pretentious blablahing on about something mundane. if i really had something interesting to say, i would i would i don't know
i have been stagnate. i just smoked a cigarette illegally in the room, trying to blow the smoke out the window, perched on the sill, allowing it to float and swirl back into the room and not giving a fuck what my roommate would say if she walked in.
my roommate is perfect. she's sweet she's decisive she's innocent she's tall she's thin she's beautiful she's a genuinely nice person she eats french fries with salt and drinks ten glasses of carbonated soda i don't ever think i've seen a pimple on her face i hate her sometimes i hate how everyone cared when she cried and kept her close but last night i lay awake in my bed trying to stifle the sobs in my pillow and it was dark all around but i could see the sleeping form of her peaceful body slumbering in the bed across the room.
i ate oatmeal cookie ice cream for breakfast today.
i started running again. it is a chore but it feels purifying and sickeningly painfully sweet when the wind is shoving me back and my limbs are pushing forward and i am sweating and there is just pain pain pain that takes away from any mental train that irks me that pinpricks me it's just concentrating on moving forward and my body loves me for it though it punishes hard when i am tired and can hardly move after.
i started smoking again. average 1 to 2 cigarettes a day. not bad not good not healthy not anything except my lungs hurt a little when i work my body when i push my physical limits and for
what.
i want to go to central park today. i want to be away from people. i want to curl my legs under my ass and sit with glasses poised and coffee and logical thought and creativity in the library. i want to lay in his arms and listen to him breathing. i want to walk around the city and be surrounded by strangers. i want to accomplish something today. i want to take one good photograph... just one single good photograph today.
for being at such an intelligent, interesting institution, a lot of the people here are really well dressed, and really honestly lame.
it's kind of ridiculous. that's actually not on my mind as much as one would think. but my laziness in typing any of my other thoughts seems forthright, since i just feel selfish and pretentious blablahing on about something mundane. if i really had something interesting to say, i would i would i don't know
i have been stagnate. i just smoked a cigarette illegally in the room, trying to blow the smoke out the window, perched on the sill, allowing it to float and swirl back into the room and not giving a fuck what my roommate would say if she walked in.
my roommate is perfect. she's sweet she's decisive she's innocent she's tall she's thin she's beautiful she's a genuinely nice person she eats french fries with salt and drinks ten glasses of carbonated soda i don't ever think i've seen a pimple on her face i hate her sometimes i hate how everyone cared when she cried and kept her close but last night i lay awake in my bed trying to stifle the sobs in my pillow and it was dark all around but i could see the sleeping form of her peaceful body slumbering in the bed across the room.
i ate oatmeal cookie ice cream for breakfast today.
i started running again. it is a chore but it feels purifying and sickeningly painfully sweet when the wind is shoving me back and my limbs are pushing forward and i am sweating and there is just pain pain pain that takes away from any mental train that irks me that pinpricks me it's just concentrating on moving forward and my body loves me for it though it punishes hard when i am tired and can hardly move after.
i started smoking again. average 1 to 2 cigarettes a day. not bad not good not healthy not anything except my lungs hurt a little when i work my body when i push my physical limits and for
what.
i want to go to central park today. i want to be away from people. i want to curl my legs under my ass and sit with glasses poised and coffee and logical thought and creativity in the library. i want to lay in his arms and listen to him breathing. i want to walk around the city and be surrounded by strangers. i want to accomplish something today. i want to take one good photograph... just one single good photograph today.
for being at such an intelligent, interesting institution, a lot of the people here are really well dressed, and really honestly lame.