:: Marsbar ::
I only remember turning the telly off around 8.
I think a really old show was on, though i remember it being in colour - so i guess perhaps not -that- old.
Irrelevant, because i would've turned it off nonetheless. I can't even recall what i was watching before i went to bed, to begin with.
There is this unbearably sharp pain in my left wrist - i do not know how it got there, but i do know that i do not have violent dreams and that i do not assault my pillows in slumber.
My gut tells me i got this while sleeping - because i doubt anything i did the night before could've resulted in such a pain.
Well i caught up with Michelle, Natalya and Charlene. Honestly i'm still a little sore about not being able to have my ajisen, and wasting good money on that crap plate of linguine, but the conversation just about made up for everything else i guess.
There was a really angsty Michelle last night. I guess we all have our moments - last night just wasn't hers.
As we all recollected and story-told, at the end of every sentence i just couldn't help but feel a lot more colder, alot less wiser and just not as good as i thought myself out to be.
I found out a pretty nasty hidden detail about a certain encounter between two friends. A little disgusting to know, but assholes will be such.
I don't remember if it was the rain, or the crowd or if it was our own experiences that got us talking about what we did - but i know i ended up seated at the coffee bean behind borders feeling like such a worthless sack of nothing. The truths just started spewing forth like gunfire and somehow i actually felt every single word being burned into registry.
"...sooner or later when they let go, they really crash and burn"
I have been severely unkind - yet as always, all i do is await reckoning.
I need to be saved. From what i will soon become, and all which i perceive that glitters.
I don't remember ever craving a cigarette more than i did - than in that moment i stepped back to observe the final moments of my own suspected transmogrification.
"...every day i love you, less and less."
It was then in the rain on the way to meeting Julius, Mervyn, Jon and Jocelyn that i noticed how poorly appreciated the festive lighting and glitz was.
We caught Stranger Than Fiction, and i think we all enjoyed the movie. I think, if Harrold Crick really died at the end, it would've been a little too heart breaking - since Will Ferrell really got the clueless, harmless bit of his character perfect.
We unanimously agreed on Emma Thompson's superb character portrayal. I just loved the way she got frustrated with the ending of her story.
I had a good time last night - and it's really been awhile since i've been in the usual company of friends.
But today i need to think.
It's a really cold Thursday afternoon, today.
_
spoken. at 2:10 PM
I only remember turning the telly off around 8.
I think a really old show was on, though i remember it being in colour - so i guess perhaps not -that- old.
Irrelevant, because i would've turned it off nonetheless. I can't even recall what i was watching before i went to bed, to begin with.
There is this unbearably sharp pain in my left wrist - i do not know how it got there, but i do know that i do not have violent dreams and that i do not assault my pillows in slumber.
My gut tells me i got this while sleeping - because i doubt anything i did the night before could've resulted in such a pain.
Well i caught up with Michelle, Natalya and Charlene. Honestly i'm still a little sore about not being able to have my ajisen, and wasting good money on that crap plate of linguine, but the conversation just about made up for everything else i guess.
There was a really angsty Michelle last night. I guess we all have our moments - last night just wasn't hers.
As we all recollected and story-told, at the end of every sentence i just couldn't help but feel a lot more colder, alot less wiser and just not as good as i thought myself out to be.
I found out a pretty nasty hidden detail about a certain encounter between two friends. A little disgusting to know, but assholes will be such.
I don't remember if it was the rain, or the crowd or if it was our own experiences that got us talking about what we did - but i know i ended up seated at the coffee bean behind borders feeling like such a worthless sack of nothing. The truths just started spewing forth like gunfire and somehow i actually felt every single word being burned into registry.
"...sooner or later when they let go, they really crash and burn"
I have been severely unkind - yet as always, all i do is await reckoning.
I need to be saved. From what i will soon become, and all which i perceive that glitters.
I don't remember ever craving a cigarette more than i did - than in that moment i stepped back to observe the final moments of my own suspected transmogrification.
"...every day i love you, less and less."
It was then in the rain on the way to meeting Julius, Mervyn, Jon and Jocelyn that i noticed how poorly appreciated the festive lighting and glitz was.
We caught Stranger Than Fiction, and i think we all enjoyed the movie. I think, if Harrold Crick really died at the end, it would've been a little too heart breaking - since Will Ferrell really got the clueless, harmless bit of his character perfect.
We unanimously agreed on Emma Thompson's superb character portrayal. I just loved the way she got frustrated with the ending of her story.
I had a good time last night - and it's really been awhile since i've been in the usual company of friends.
But today i need to think.
It's a really cold Thursday afternoon, today.
_
spoken. at 2:10 PM
