Today:
Neighbor Girl just came back from, I assume, the market across the street. I could hear the plastic bag, like that makes it a more credible thought. Then she started singing. Like, really singing. And it was fucking TREMENDOUS. So ridiculously beautiful, I'm right now taken aback. Disney heroine-type voice. Oh my god, I live next door to Belle. How odd. But...fuck, I'm not sure if I'm swooning or counting imaginary dollars. Or both. I will have to actually get on a first name basis with this girl.
Birthday is tomorrow. All seems well. No sickness, no negatvity...little paranoia not worth getting into here. But I'm looking forward to it. I really, really want this year to end. Like, more than almost anything.
Dreams are back to being entirely forgettable. The best ones come in the early morning, I've noticed. The ones that...not so much inspire, but motivate a certain thought process. Which I guess is inspiration. Fuck it. Point is, they're interesting.
Still need to finish the Netflix movies i got a couple weeks ago. Only watched one (did you know Netflix has Italian cannibal movies? This interest has passed, by the way. I wrote this before, I think, but still, horrible films), have the two good ones to go. "Amelie" and "Waking Life," for those wondering. I've been playing catch-up on things everyone tells me are great. It's just hard to want to think sometimes, you know?
Regardless, things are well.
Later.
Neighbor Girl just came back from, I assume, the market across the street. I could hear the plastic bag, like that makes it a more credible thought. Then she started singing. Like, really singing. And it was fucking TREMENDOUS. So ridiculously beautiful, I'm right now taken aback. Disney heroine-type voice. Oh my god, I live next door to Belle. How odd. But...fuck, I'm not sure if I'm swooning or counting imaginary dollars. Or both. I will have to actually get on a first name basis with this girl.
Birthday is tomorrow. All seems well. No sickness, no negatvity...little paranoia not worth getting into here. But I'm looking forward to it. I really, really want this year to end. Like, more than almost anything.
Dreams are back to being entirely forgettable. The best ones come in the early morning, I've noticed. The ones that...not so much inspire, but motivate a certain thought process. Which I guess is inspiration. Fuck it. Point is, they're interesting.
Still need to finish the Netflix movies i got a couple weeks ago. Only watched one (did you know Netflix has Italian cannibal movies? This interest has passed, by the way. I wrote this before, I think, but still, horrible films), have the two good ones to go. "Amelie" and "Waking Life," for those wondering. I've been playing catch-up on things everyone tells me are great. It's just hard to want to think sometimes, you know?
Regardless, things are well.
Later.
Hope you have a great day...just so you know, I usually do that for my friend by text message, but since you can't get them, you get it here!