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after you, who?
Late night. Well, just past midnight. Thinking. At least, thoughts filling my head, preventing sleep. Numbing numbing. Nonsense. Lost track, lost tack. Getting up to get a glass of water. To take my pill with. What a pill. What a guy. What a fool am I. To think my aching heart could kid the mooncake. Not bad for a return post. This could be the ( Read more... ) -
Lol
It's so over.
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(Untitled)
I have a knot in my heart.
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People I find fascinating
1. Katharine Hepburn
2. Billie Holiday
3. Frank Sinatra
4. Empress Wu of China
Those are all I can think of right now who truly fascinate me. The list is in no particular order. -
Sort of out of sorts
I'm supposed to write about my feelings here, but I don't even know what I am feeling! Am I worked up? Not really. Am I bothered? Yes, I guess I am. To what avail? None, I suppose. The world will not change a whit, and neither will we. It all seems so silly now. So trivial. So much ado about nothing. Someone stood me up for an hour. That's it. No ( Read more... ) -
Applying the app
It's been never since I last used the Livejournal app on my iPhone. Since it's literally at my fingertips, I really should use it more often to capture random thoughts before they fly away to la la land. Well, that's one thought in the bag. Now for the other 12,417.
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Exposure
I'm sure it's a choice, this solitude. But if it really were a choice, why tack "I'm sure" to the beginning of the sentence? I know how it goes. I'd be somewhere, glad to be there, having a good time, and then, suddenly, it would cease to be fun, cease to have meaning, and I couldn't wait to be out of there. Maybe it's an attention deficiency ( Read more... ) -
Diet
My mom would have said," But you didn't eat any rice today!" It's true my eating habits have become more irregular on its way to being more regular. Living by myself has its pros and cons. Freedom means having to make a lot of decisions for and by myself, with no one to sway or suggest. I pretty much eat when I'm hungry or when I feel I should. ( Read more... ) -
Eric
His happiness was not a constant thing. It varied from moment to moment. One such moment he would be esctatic, in the throes of passion for a piece of music, or a passing beauty. The next, he would be crying, without really knowing the reason why. The unnameability of his moods was troubling. Was it self-pity? Was it self-indulgence? But since the ( Read more... ) -
Who are you being?
I seem to be posting these things instead of recording my own thoughts. Perhaps I have lost interest or faith in my own thoughts, and must look to others for inspiration. There is a lot of inspiration out there, and who knows, perhaps one day, I will be able to return to my own thoughts. In the meantime, this guy is amazing in his humanity.