On: When Tinas learn knitting, and the resulting faces.
I have it on good authority that when she woke up today, she sat down and picked up the needles. Soon I shall amass my knitting army, and we will wage war on coldness. Aliteration is my friend.
May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
May I never be perfect.
-Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
A blog about nothing in particular; nothing and everything or anything or me.I love: finding pennies on the ground, lightning storms, having dreams about houses, Reepacheep, giggling to myself about something foolish, being at my parents’ house and walking down to the bridge in the middle of the night and laying down in the middle of the road and staring straight up at the stars. Music, music, music, friendly strangers, great sex/cuddles, curry, maps, making faces at myself in the mirror. Smoking, gross stuff like blood and boogers, fight club, taking pictures or fiddling about with cameras, riding subways and busses, being on the radio, special Halloween cookies, people.
I have: sat in crop circles, hopped a train, had no home, gone hitchiking, lived in a trailer, and I've probably eaten your trash.
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