Procrastinatin', So Amazin'

even Jeezy's got a Jays hat. i'm thinking maybe an early birthday present to myself.

falling asleep with the lights on, and i bruise like a peach.

haha rough

3am. sharing a Jos Louis and making plans to watch Seinfeld. durr, shitty buzz.



sleeping in, them tiny birds chirpin me, and sunny thursday eats at Aunties and Uncles, cure all. i'm gonna eat you tiny eggs. and orange juice AND coffee. then watch The Net on vhs? this is happening.



laughing is good, and the eggs tasted nice. but i still have two cavities and probably not a clue in my head.

Liberty + Nike Blazer

shoe-boner

East of Eden

finding myself reading and re-reading chapter 1, California poppies and places named for hope. maybe i could drive there, maybe i could and sweat it out. Arizona too, stretches of dry land and dry air, and bloodred sunsets, it might all lull me to sleep. or maybe i would never sleep at all, just doze off in the afternoon, and stay up under a blackened sky just for the sake of doing it. i'd like to wear one tshirt for a week, let the sun do its magic on my face - do its magic and keep me running. 

they did it, they went. and i wonder what she was thinking. i wonder how much they believed in their happiness. 

no one who is young is ever going to be old.  thanks John.

Zombie City Shake

we laughed about that night we got so fucking high, buttering the toast with my fingers, 'i just wanna live my life!' that tiny kitchen, and i love your blonde little head, the ways i know you, dropping your keys and fiddling with your monies.
'i know your core, Erin.' dear friend, lets just sit and stare into eachother's eyeballs a tiny bit longer.



sunny afternoon, and biking to the liquor store seemed like a good idea at the time. too many purchases, not enough handlebars.

i just wanna watch Congo, is that too much to ask, world?

this, love it

Lykke Li @ NTBR Part 4 - "Hustlin'" from Drew Innis on Vimeo.

Lykke Li, you my gurl

Deadringer

45 minute long busride, and it wasn't long enough. sure didn't help my headache. neither did more gin when i got home.

Notice of Trial sitting on the bed. another reminder, i am Careless.
here i was thinking it was Recklessness. if the consequences are one and the same, i think i'd rather fall with intent, than just have my head in the clouds.

but hey i'll take Careless, and dodge the criminal record.

Academic Endeavors, on a thursday

study carousel: 50 slides. 39 of them basic squares, varying in colours, some with lines or grids or 'zips', others a few squiggles, or geometric shapes.
such is the monochrome, a site for aesthetic controversy, the contested colour field. but is it truly the formal endpoint for painting?
hello final examination for Abstraction in Twentieth Century Art. funny how i adore you.


and later in the afternoon, actual question from my prof - what is the relation between going to a dinner party, fucking your girlfriend, plucking your ass hairs, and loving your emperor?
oh Martial, you wiley first century Roman poet you. and your Latin, so dirty! cocks and cunts all over.
so ends the hardest course i have ever taken, with ancient porno-poetry.

see you never U of T. well, except for that hot summer fling we gonna have. you know, may-june, maybe some early mornings, afternoon delight. but then i'm leaving you for good, we are so over. i got what i needed out of this relationship, and you sure did fuck me a lot. deal's a deal.


really though, shopping the sales at FCUK between classes today, not too shabby. and those ivy covered buildings, you got charm U of T, i'll give you that much.

old home week

my room smells like Bakardi RAZZ? hahahahahha
and i hope my new glasses are ready by tomorrow, i can't see shit.

do it while i'm sleepin', a little osmosis

when did you become so impatient he asked me.

After Dark

"You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspapers, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking, 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction - they're all just fuel."


The new day is almost here, but the old one is still dragging its heavy skirts. Just as ocean water and river water struggle against each other at a river mouth, the old time and the new time clash and blend.

oh hello april

3.1 Philip Lim Spring 2009 RTW

love love love.