"...my poor heart is sentimental....not made of wood"

Sunday, October 19, 2008

i enjoy harvest moons.

i also enjoy campari.

yes. i'm still here. barely. but i've been feeling more motivated lately. so perhaps one of these days I'll actually post something.

i'm amazed. living alone, at the amount of mess a single person can make. but at the same time. making pancakes at 3 in the afternoon on a Thursday is precisely the reason i live alone. Not that one couldn't do that with roommates. but it makes more sense alone.

but then there're the nights when i sit and stare at the wall, the ice cubes slowly melting in my jar, and i wish it would just talk to me. that'd be nice. i suppose that's why they invented TV.

autumn. it's a good time. too short, as a customer pointed out the other day. yes, i said, winter always comes too quickly and lingers too long.