i get lost, sometimes.

Note to self.

Love:
my family.
Jacqueline Ye.
electric toothbrushes.
after-too-much-wasabi effect in nose.
teenage mutant ninja turtles.
batman.
low-carb beers.
wedges with sweet chili and sour cream.
burger king when it is called burger king.
keeping my phone and music-playing functions seperate.
shopping on ebay.
mighty muggs.
holga shots when they turn out right.
tortoises/turtles.
animals in a fight (except tortoises/turtles).
the post-run high.
the other kinds of high.
boxer briefs (otherwise called square undies).
anything that comes in a set.

No love:
wearing non-identical socks.
consumer dissonance.
cockroaches.
losing my pens.
having a messy underpants drawer.
referencing for essays.
having long nails.

Love > No love.
Therefore, is good.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday

It's here.

The long wait, the white knuckles, the gnashing teeth, the abated breath - over.

In those days my mind often leaves me to the mundane physical chores and goes about its own holiday. I fail miserably at my attempts to anchor it to something sweet. In retrospect, this event (failed anchoring) happened not because of the lack of quality or effort of my attempts, but the lack of stimulus in my environment for which my mind can comfortably return to. Even food does not suffice.

Regardless, let I not dwell on mine past, lest mine kebabs taste not so shiok tomorrow.

Friday I'm in love

There. Wine + The Cure (transported via headphones to my deranged mind) + Sunday afternoon with lots of school work.