Monday, December 27, 2004 // 2:01 PM

collecting

tomorrow. write a grocery shopping list, all of a sudden, back to being domesticated. but at least it is clockwork, almost.

i ask myself about The Friends and where they have been, all this while. i think of people i probably once knew, but i won't even mention names of now. i dont want you to know i'm talking about you. for... whatever it is you must have become now, tell me there is more to people than this. shiny happy people having fun.

chronic. my word of the day, like vertigo, fear of heights, emotions spelt, clinically detached. "relationships expressed in militaristic terms." something like that.

dreams, and things to live for. tell me all about them.