sistereileen: i never want to be too smart for love that you have thoughts/problems like this makes me like “yeah baby.” don’t worry, you’re smart but there is a heart there
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING
Wow… you think that coming to another place for months to disconnect and reexamine would just… wipe clean the slate. But, I don’t think it will. I wonder if it’s too late? Is it too late to do things that I want to do? I don’t think so, but… I think I’ve already lost some very inportant ideas, some very important people. That’s life though,...
Rain falls. I am here at a station, and my train is either late or replaced. Today was weird, but tonight was jonathans fun time with the ladies.
: Seven Blunders of the World →
Wealth without work Pleasure without conscience Knowledge without character Commerce without morality Science without humanity Worship without sacrifice Politics without principle - Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi I think we all cycle through which of these we are struggling…
Don't stop me now
http://stilinberlin.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2010-06-24T16%3A05%3A00%2B02%3A00 Wow, I just spent like 5 minutes on a really good blog and nothing came of it. I’m sitting in my room, reflecting on the weekend which is already becoming hazy like the sky, in this warm Japanese rain lightly pounding the ground… the ugetsu shines… fuck this. No, it’s really beautiful...
Shibuyaaa... shibuya desu.
I was THIS close to heading out for an all nighter in Shibuya with Christine, and then my goddamned head started pounding and I almost puked. Oh, balls. At least I didn’t puke. And at least we got to go to Alcatraz, our second medical prison/ER themed bar in so many weeks! And an old man farted on us.
I'm a bad blogger.
And a bad journaler. What hapepned today…. do I keep it private in fear of discovery? Nothing dangerous or sexy. Just… coming to an emotional understanding thanks to a severe practical conflict? Japan… crazy looking people, crazy looking me, questions, moments, doodles. I’m learning to draw faces better. I’ve worn a skirt or two. The Carpenters - Yesterday Once...
nothin’ says Wednesday night like drinking at 5 with lovely friends, seeing genki-ass rock, gettin’ home and putting on butt cream to Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Elegance. I think this is a metaphor. Slathering on cream for a moldy butt, while watching images of taste and elegance. But, Holly Golightly also lives in a dump. Maybe this is also a sign. Tonight, I went to my first...