plans are being finalized...i'm moving to Rennes, France in the autumn ( Read more... )

i've been intimate with baudelaire and to bed with dylan thomas.

woke up at 8 this morning with every intention to leave the apartment by half past, but didnt end up leaving till 12. i dont know what happened or what i did during those 4 hours...

its all very mysterious.

i should have never responded.

instead of writing papers, as i should be doing, i rant inconsequentially about poo. Oh glorious berkeley ( Read more... )

my cousin said it would be possible for me to stay at her flat in kensington for a while if i don't mind cramped quarters. so if my french dream doesn't come to true, then i'll be moving to london indefinitely or at least until my visa expires (maybe i'll fall in love with an englishmen and we'll get married so i can stay or something ( Read more... )

it is my life's project to distinguish between regional english accents.

goodness, i found a recording of Virginia Woolf's voice in a 1937 broadcast in which she discusses 'words ( Read more... )

another sleepless encounter. the sun is going to rise soon and i have the great fortune of watching a spectacle of lights danse across the morning sky.

except being a threat to my sanity, insomnia is not all bad. there are some delectable things to be enjoyed when sleep doesn't get in the way of living.

( fantastical )

nostalgia continues to ambush me with thoughts of italy in the Spring time.

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