Archive for March, 2011

oh, goods

So I feel pretty great. Some stranger rambling as I came across him yelled at me, “You’re beautiful.” To which I smile-frowned politely and nodded my head in acknowledgement—slightly, imperceptibly.

And it’s sunny outside. hmm, lists…

+ sun
+ vanity validated
+ a sense of renewal – spring

– basil leaves decimated, though still alive
– bike┬ástolen
– lukewarmth



I’m currently immobilized by my Imminent Doom.
Dangerously optimistic; that I’ll see the other side of this, largely unscathed (debatable).
In fact, I feel like a crazy person, vacillating between eager anticipation for Long Beach and overwhelming despair for the more immediate finals doom.

I wish I were a robot. Then everything would function as a logical conclusion of some organized premise.
Instead of all this seemingly haphazard set of whims and extremes.
But everything is the logical conclusion of my haphazard whims…

I guess I am a robot. Just a haphazardly functional one.

Oh, beep bop boop.