"Scientists say.... we need to stop fucking ourselves up."
Cold Turkey was becoming an excellent strategy, untill just now when I switched channel and saw Bernard. Which prompted me to pour over my entire history of photos that I had imported into iPhoto. I miss lots of things. I even miss Baker's dreads, and baby face, but not the fact that all the covertly taken pictures feature him loving Sarah or Hannah, anyone but and not me. The worst part is the other person I covertly photographed, I can't find any of the photos of! I must have deleted them when I struck him from my facebook. Le Woe.
Document, document, document. Snap, snap, snap.
I'm making some propper art at uni this module. It's personal, and expressive and is about the process not an aestheticly lovely thing at the end. I'm so proud of myself. Let's hope it comes to fruition, as I put my private life/sanity on the line for it.
My new Mac is niiiiiiiiiicccccce. 
Having to re-learn how to do everything though.
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