i hate my love for rules
like right now, im starving at 11:30. i brought a lunch, but its a salad. my brain is saying, “11:30am? too early for a salad.” i’m patiently waiting until time is marked by a pm instead. another prime example is my most feared childhood nightmare. my mom said the first time i had this dream, 5-year-old me came running into her room. mom did the “tell me your dream so it...
he shares my bed →
his dedication to writing is something i truly envy. check his work out.
this song is perfect for: a. feeling sorry for...
how important are daily routines? normally my days start out pretty early. today’s start? not so productive. eating brownie sundaes at 1am will usually sabotage any attempt at that.
30 days hath september...
q2 campaigns: due 2/9 community ooh board: due 2/9 q1 toolbox (don’t ask): due 2/9 airport signage: due 2/9 february is now down from twenty-eight days to just one. or at least my client thinks so.
i just realized m.i.a. sampled the clash on "paper...
me: i hate myself
thats so lame
i just demerited myself 2 punk stars
bringing me to like, pete wentz level
Chris: haha no
pete wentz is in the bowels of the douchebag circus
My epiphanies come to me more like nightmares. First comes the gasping wake-up, like at 6:30am on a Sunday. My body seems to know I’ll need an early start to make some headway on what’s coming. I never fall back asleep and no one gets up to keep me company. Not even the cat. No reason for her to. Her kitty subconscious must know she’s going to be no help and it’s best if at least someone got some...