uncommoncold

While walking downtown to pick up a movie earlier today, I became aware of pain shooting through my right foot. It started at the toe and felt.. wet. I opted not to take my shoe off on the street, in case my foot was smudged with blood, and waited until I arrived home. True enough, my shoe had a lovely little puddle of blood pooling in the toe. Apparently, my cutest shoes- the flat-footed Mary Janes with pink and white polka dots as lining- aren't fit to endure the task of.. being walked in for twenty minutes. Bloody hell, I say, bloody hell!

But then Lemonkid came over to watch said movie and brought me a striped popsicle, so my shoe mishap was balanced out.

Toad. Frog. Lobster. They're all the same.

I could lose myself forever in books, you know. I want to have my own library so that I can have meaningful, bibliophilic sex in it, and then read whichever book I choose on the roof for hours on end. (A nerd? Me? Never!)

What's so great about the truth? Try lying for a change- it's the currency of the world.

Gave in and bought groceries today, including fancy organic raspberry juice that is usually ridiculously expensive, but happened to be on sale. I don't have the money to eat right now, but if I'm not going to spend it on books, I may as well spend it on food. And bleach. To clean. Gosh, I'm moving four blocks away in about ten days and it's definitely been on the back burner of my mind lately. I don't even know what I've been thinking about.

I hope my dreams aren't clairvoyant. These past few nights have been strange.

You think love is simple.

My toe hurts.

You think the heart is like a diagram.

Let's make spaghetti!

Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood.