trahern

I want room for ten favourites. Five aren't enough.

I want to start going through set after set, picking out favourites. There are too many.

I want to start taking photos and writing music again. I have to do housework and (once the green bin's emptied this morning) gardening.

I want to go to London and, at the very least, buy a new pair of black leather boots. I'm not sure where I want to buy them from, but I sure can't take the train or visit a shop at this hour.

I'm at my most energetic the week after the full moon, and all I usually do with it is jerk off. I could at least get myself laid instead of taking care of myself, but every time I start looking around, I remember how unbalancing girls can be; and I've yet to be convinced that sex with more than one person is worth the trouble.