Tuesday.
- I found a piece of feta cheese on my shoulder today, do not ask me why because I do not know.
- It is quite intriguing how when searching for jeans, I search in the wrong size section almost always.
- Today I cut myself shaving. It was a good day.
- My ear hurts once more, [...]
Archives: December2008
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wild boars & puffy coats.
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old people & wobbles.
I do not tend to talk alot, except after drinking large quantities of coffee, or when around people I enjoy talking to.
Most of the time, its just me and my thoughts, and sometimes I find myself laughing at my own thoughts.
So I thought I might put them down here, maybe others will enjoy them too, [...] -
arrogance & possibility.
The headlights from other cars tend to blind her eyes, not the best vision in the world, but the annoyance is quite profound.
Continuous dreams of the “blood and blow dryers” kind continue to visit her each night, attempting to eschew them, it begins almost impossible.
Her new red nail polish is quite beautiful, a mix of [...] -
alla stessa ora.
She cannot see her life without him, a couple days have passed, still no word.
Thoughts, feelings, fears.
She misses his mouth,eyes,face.
Is love blind?
Perhaps.
Staring out the window, she hopes he will come up behind her, hold her, kiss her soft skin.
That does not happen.
What is he doing now?
Is he thinking of her?
Is he touching another?
Italian love songs [...] -
blood & blow dryers.
He lays there motionless, she wipes the vodka off her lips, adrenaline should be kicking, but surprisingly it seems quite steady.
She poisoned him just enough so he could be helpless, yet able to feel it.
His mouth spitting despicable words earlier, now cannot even attempt a breath.
A bloody hair dryer set on the night stand, someone should have taught this [...]
