Sometimes I really like something loud and weird and dissonant and cacophonic. I like to feel it vibrating inside my chest and I like it to take over my thoughts. And I like to have just noise bouncing around between my ears.

It feels like spring to me and makes me want to rip my heart out, it makes me so happy.

Last night I was sleeping on the couch because I was studying and didn't want to move to take a little nap. Some time around four in the morning, I woke up to the sounds of my couch sneezing. For a tense few seconds there, I genuinely couldn't remember if the parents had bought an alive couch or not. Seriously disconcerting. Then I got back the ( Read more... )

I'm going to list myself as "in a relationship" on facebook, wait two days, then post this:

If you have a wonderful man, who works hard to take care of you, would do ( Read more... )

London tube, District Line, chilly afternoon. I got on at South Ken. and just before the doors slid shut, a man shoved himself through. He seemed normal enough, mid-40's perhaps, wearing a navy coat. He had one hand in his pocket. He pulled out.... a pigeon, of all things. The bird was struggling, trying to flap its wings, but the guy started ( Read more... )

The Jetsons are alive in 2062. In order to see their world, I'll have to live to be 74. This puts a serious complication in my plan to die gloriously at the age of 32.

I'm going to force you into retreat with pop music.

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Dear Canada,

You know how much I love you? I want to rub your feet right now. That's how much I love you.

Love,
Yosra

OH GOD I'M DYING. THIS IS DYING TIME. CHARLES AND FRANCOIS. ARE BOTH IN THE FINAL. DEAD. LET'S SEE HOW THIS TURNS OUT. I AM CAPS LOCKED.

Subsequently:
My heart. It is broken.

Okay, Korea and France, you get a reprieve. For now. Norway, you best watch yourself. I will cut an intangible nation-centric idea of a bitch. You've been warned.

I am now irrationally mad at South Korea for winning that third gold medal. See also: France.