03 May 2006
I finished my final today and walked into spare drops of rain. Outside, the air oppressed gray.
Imogen Heap sings waves of detached beauty through my speakers.
I am flippant and morbid and depressed and ecstatic.
It's too much, sometimes.
Imogen Heap sings waves of detached beauty through my speakers.
I am flippant and morbid and depressed and ecstatic.
It's too much, sometimes.
due to the incredible skills i have, flippant is now colloquial unwritten communique in audaciousness. i just busted out the thesauras.
You know how Palahnuik wrote the third person body part narrative in "Fight Club"?
Well
I am Christine's contented emotion.
No, really, I am. I know exactly how you feel.
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Well
I am Christine's contented emotion.
No, really, I am. I know exactly how you feel.