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i had this fucked up dream last night that was like a movie. we had a dog, and there was choas everywhere. but the dog made us more noticable. so i had to have this huge stick to stab people with, when they followed the dog to our hidden corner. i bought new camera's and even though they're fairly cheap camera's, i feel guilty purchasing anything without having a stead income. oh well, maybe i'll take some crappy pictures and convince some fool to buy them.
i don't know what is happening with me and writing. with me and thinking. i've been distracted, by what i used to think was the unimportant. i've never been able to juggle many things at one time. i can multi task like the best of them, but my mind is only mostly on one of those many things. how can i be so so organized and so messy at the same time? my closet is organized by dress code and season. i have this fucked up system i can only figure out with my cds. when i help people open presents, i arrange the presents by type. my room is covered with empty water bottles, used tissues, zone bar wrappers, and random papers. it's a mess. but an organized mess. |
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