Thursday, February 03, 2005 // 9:04 PM

crash into my arms, i want you.
dramafeste. there's a leap to come, eventually reading off the script translates into looking up at cast and stage, a purposeful fluency of body language. being able to read off the page right now doesn't convince me that i'm any sort of actress.

i love snoopy's woodstock. there are too many books on my shelf that i suspect i may never find the time to read. death and the penguin, for example, every free thought is devoted to sleep these days. i liked the poem we did for lit today, because existentialism is something i have thought about a lot, before, right before i stuck a hand up into my skull and switched my brain right off. that's a lie because things are never born in my head, more like how they flow like fluid, curious and incidental.

congratulations, princess; instant fame, instant unknowing humiliation. ability, complete thoughtlessness, ability, to laugh things off, at yourself. i cant say that you're my favourite person either.

i've missed kevin, again, and all such things associated with my free time. kevin's a free-market authoritarian, i dont know what i am because politics tire me, i really mean that. im just too lazy to make decisions or take a stand on something, id dedicated my life to being a libertine.