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i think i've gone 

totally. fucking. bonkers.

i hope it's just the weather and the lack of smokes.

i hope it's not that everyone's right, and i'm just a total cunt.

am i allowed to promote myself ?ii'm

i'm playing at the Yellow Door with the lovely miss Ema Hanchet this saturday.
tix are 7 bucks for students.
afterparty @ ema's.


YOU SHOULD COME.

"i feel like i'm forgetting something"

it's 3 am and i'm coughing because of a little shitzu i'm dogsitting.
(i didn't know i was this allergic to furry rats)

i've been getting this feeling.
this feeling that i'm wasting away my days.
that i've become a mindless shell, waiting for something great.
i can never complete a thought or an idea or a project.
my life is lackluster and i'm doing nothing to fix it.
i don't know what i'm waiting for.
maybe a spectacular turn of events, or maybe some sort of epiphany.
i'm not sad but i frown, i'm not happy but i smile.
i would like to feel a true extreme emotion.
up or down, i just want to experience some sort of divergence in the path.
i wonder if it's not just the weather or the lack of substances.
maybe i just need to read more, or see more films.
could it be too much spare time?
or the weird transitional thing happening too soon.
have i grown up too fast?
or not fast enough?
i've always asked too many questions, but this time i don't even feel like looking for answers.
my defeatism is becoming more and more prominent and i haven't got the motivation for much.


i found six american dollars on the ground tonight (cool pictures from said night will appear shortly).
i don't know if it's luck or if it's just plain coincidence.
either way, some poor american is paying for my next pack of gauloises.


anyway, i've broken out in hives from this furry friend and i think i'll go to sleep before anaphylactic shock gets here first.

xx

[pictures soon]