Sarah says it’s cool, she don’t consider it cheating.

My old friend Ching told me this morning: You can’t just avoid everybody you screw up with.

Yes, I actually experience mornings! It’s hard not to when you don’t have downers. We watched Kristen Stewart biting her lip and running multiple hands through hair at 7AM, smoking Marlboro Gold “Edge” cigarettes (from Russia), and totally forgetting breakfast. Did I mention that she lives in another city? We were video calling on our phones. She told me I looked like shit. Big surprise. No really, it is. She usually tells me that she’d like to hear me talk dirty in Italian. I don’t really know how. I was thinking of maybe asking my mum about it, I’m sure she can give me a few tips. People are telling me that I’m looking more like my mum. Does that mean she looks like shit too? How can you look like shit in an Armani dress? If I was Armani I’d say to her, most people in the world look like shit. It’s a trend, honey, work it. Or something like that in Italian. Though I doubt he’d say something that dumb. Like golden chamber pots. You’ve read Garcia Marquez, right? His novels are the truth; to be trapped in solitude is an incapacity to love. I mean, where does he get all that bullshit? I barely see anyone but I love my shoe collection like a nympho.

Apparently, I can. No more meaningless conversations with you, Brian. Goodbye for good.

listen.

minus the bear.
toe.
sgt.
anoice.

Irrelevant thought:

SLEEP, WHY WON’T YOU COME TO ME WHEN I ACTUALLY NEED YOU? I’m T I R E D .

hands down…

FALLING IN LOVE IS SCARY.

I’m scared. Shitless.

wala.

* I wanna bite that. Nom nom. *

Finally I have face for Toru Watanabe for when I read the book (still stuck in middle), and man, he ain’t average-looking at all.

I have to admit that after reading three Murakami novels, I’m getting a wee bit bored of the style that I can’t get through Norwegian Wood in one sitting. I think it’s the translation by Jay Rubin that’s giving me trouble. Philip Gabriel translated both Kafka and Sputnik and I would gladly read those two novels again. Especially Sputnik Sweetheart. The conversations between Sumire and K always give me something to think about when I’m spending a lazy day sprawled out on the grass in the garden.

Wanna do that now. Embed music later, the sun’s fading fast. Another quiet death of a sunny day.

eye candy for whenever I visit this page <3

Wake up honey-bunny…

 ’kay I sound like Tim Roth in Pulp Fiction. lol
Since I can’t sleep with you, Kenichi-san, I’ll settle with watching you sleep.
And no, it’s not cheating when you fantasise about someone unattainable :9

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[ day 7 : ” a song for someone unattainable ” ]