Week ending November 1

Week 1


It is a way of loving the world.

"It's certainly hard to have a film career, a crazy mom, and a 13 year old son living with you."

After so much time never getting any closure, suddenly one day you get twelve.

I miss time but when I have it I throw it away and daydream.

I wonder is it cold today or only a fake cold.

"You can only stay strong for so long."

I have a strange fate for this.

the word "clarisonous"

I almost wanted to hop.

I've been counting all day!

Too lazy for porn.

I walk, so it's not like clockwork.

But the connections we make are arbitrary.

Ate a ginseng candy and feel a heartburn in my back.

All enjoyments are the same enjoyment.

"Dearly Departed."

Either really intense or just less intense.

Listening to Sarah McLachlan's Mirrorball over and over.

Why do butterflies symbolize nervousness?

A list of things I've lost.

I made "details" a breed.

I asked for nightmares, and I got two.

The nostalgia of a still-wet towel from the day before.

I am not having conversations anymore.

Broccoli-bread.

I finally bolted the window.

I can't make this into anything except what it is.

At least I am drunk so I am not depressed.

"The pitfalls of constantly counting."

A grocery list.

A list of internet searches to search.

A list of things overheard.

"Toss away your play ghosts."

I remember forgetting to do something.

Elevators always act up in the rain.

I want to bake wheatless bread but I have a fear of my stove.

I don't know if twig tea is on the diet.

It is so easy to make bad choices.

List of things to do tomorrow.

A found booklet of drawings not done by me.