picnic in the city

mmm. sushi. pasta salad. public urination. playing paper toss. inappropriate photos. leg hair undies. shopping. ice cream. and david did a poo in the plaza toilets.

i think you'll understand
i want to hold your hand

things are going well, moderately. one would say. being ill is becoming tiring but i'm trying hard to keep my happy face on. we'll be in the sky in three days, how exciting. i love it. i'm not looking forward to the early morning though, sleep is so nice lately.

someone's always someone elses one

drawing mushrooms. my mother says i'm screwing things up, conversations consist of being told just how much i'm going to be shit at life. but i think that sometimes the results of things i do are nice. there's a pattern in my life, repeating itself everyday. i always know about the things trying to be kept from me, and i don't even try to. i'd rather not know. i'd rather people didn't refer to me as an animal and i would rather not receive subtle hints in study period. i would rather devote free time to a little careless dancing, but the housework is more important. i want to ignore the complications, i want to live surrounded by all things green. i would like to develop a liking to mushrooms, but i've found myself too stubborn, too lazy to try.

now.

i leave at 2.45 today, the countdown has ended.

i had forgotten to tell the airline that i was vegetarian.

but my mother rang up today and fixed it.

now i won't be starving =]