magxc

the last day before the holidays. feels like the end of term. everyone suffering for last night's over-indulgence, slumped in little balls of wretchedness, picking weakly at keyboards.

so, i smile sweetly at visiting head honcho then off to buy all christmas presents in 2 hours. hell, everyone likes gloves, don't they? and what's wrong with bath salts? y'got sumthin' agin' smellin' purty?

two weeks to recharge. needed. ideas burn out after a while, you just end up retreading the same old ground. lately i've been prone to over-reliance on alt.subjects, a hodgepodge of my interests and my friends'. need to get out, see galleries, visit the library. nudge the horizons

*poke*

but first, a weekend of alcohol abuse. half my life spent cramming information to make brain work better, the other half spent pouring booze down throat to make it slow down or stop. my cute little inconsitencies never fail to amuse.

but i'm in a good mood. work finished, fun planned. who can say fairer?



"Crime is the soul of lust. What would pleasure be if it were not accompanied by crime? It is not the object of debauchery that excites us, rather the idea of evil."

- the one, the only, m de s

p.s: potentiality is self. thoughts? comments?