As long as I'm not aware of change.


Am so saturated, think I might need to binge on some Kinder Bueno.

So much for getting what I want; didn't shop today. Like how annoying can they get? Damn, looks like I'll never be able to fulfill my secret bimbo dreams. Tsk. Okay, snap out of that. On a more serious note, there's another appointment scheduled for tomorrow. It'd better happen. (Ooh, sounds threatening, don't it.) That's like redemption. Considering I worked for today. And so hard, at that. I know I deserve this, rawr.

Slow, sad Saturday afternoon. Typical. And it's about to rain on this one. Can't mention this enough: I absolutely hatehatehate Saturday afternoons at home. Never fails to remind me the world's coming to an end, somehow. And I'm so afraid of reconciling with my inner self, it's almost like a phobia. But being alone at home isn't all that bad. It's nice to feel this way - forgotten and not needed. While the world's just every place else busying themselves with every other thing I'm just here, putting on some extra weight and fantasizing about Liverpool's next win; taking in the flurry of all the excitement. Brilliant.

Let the thousand flowers bloom. And then we can purge those who blaspheme.
Right, too much History there.


Listening: First We Get The Khakis Then We Get The Girls - Play It By