I have a serious procrastination problem. Too much writing due tomorrow. I mean, I work best under pressure, but this may be a little much. My brain is sizzling after reading 370 pages in a night. And now it's go time again. Gah. At least it's an interesting topic: sex and censorship in movies. Okay, I'm done bitching.
i feel a bit down after a late night conversation on the usual: 1) the meaning of life 2) sex. the whole thing has left me feeling rather spent and disillusioned. sometimes it would be great not to think about these things. i wonder if other people think about these things? i think i would sleep easier if i didn't.
Walking at night the city has a different tune with a different drummer. It's a lyrical piece with alternate tunings and heavy beats that are felt with the body and not the head. Marching machines with heads down and eyes straight ahead litter the streets in search of the safety of familiarity. On this particular night the minions are out clean
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The snow is so sparkly it looks fake. Like that fake snow/glitter they spray around Santa in the mall. It's mesmerizing. I would stare at it all night and listen to its whisper if it didn't mean freezing to death
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I've taken up cross country skiing and my ass hurts. I think this is a good thing. I'm going to pretend this means toning and fitness. This horizontal skiing is however very enjoyable and I would like to traverse northern Europe in this fashion. I know this guy named Bjorn who is planning just such a trip and I really want to do it
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