I was perched outside in the pouring rain, trying to make myself a sail; then I’ll float to you, my darling, with the evening on my tail. Although not the most honest means of travel, it gets me there nonetheless; I’m a heartless man at worst, babe, and a helpless one at best.
So a change has taken place in the course of these last few weeks. But where? It’s an abstract change which settles on nothing. Is it I who has changed? If it isn’t I , then it’s this room, this town, this nature; I must chose.
irony is drawing trees on a piece of paper.
Coincidences are freaky; the kind of freaky that sometimes makes me want to run away screaming.
Today I spent an hour looking for my iPod in every freaking place imaginable, all the while failing to realise that I was listening to music from said iPod the entire time.
the whole concept of flirting is just lost on me most of the time really. whenever someone is like “oh they were flirting with you” i’m just like. what. whenever someone is like “were you flirting with them?” i’m just like. what. whenever someone is like “oh you totally were flirting with them!” i’m just like. what. what is flirting. what is going on. what. i have no idea what’s going on. what
I fell asleep with my contacts in.
I adore the rain.