Monday, February 26, 2007
With that said, Elest is having a quarter-life-crisis over the duality that is Peter Pan syndrome, driving home with a vengence, and the term 'Married Woman' aimed within immediate proximity of where ever she may be. I ask you, how can one be a 'married woman' without being a woman? Surely one would have to stop being a girl first. Pish.
This is why I been nagging at Ryo about playing a game all the time. If he doesn't want to, I'll entertain myself some other immature way. Hence I'm badly missing manga, pregnant-woman-craving style. Just need to get paid first (A pox'o the accounts people in this company.)
I'm off home now. Off I say.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Countdown to 'married bliss' (note the tone of sarcasm)
Day 4
My red nose stares at me from its box. I will care for it till the 16th of March, and if we grow attached to one another, I may adopt it.
Post watching Blood Diamond that diamond ring is weighing down my conscience. Another one of those sneaky, sometimes bad, often just funny feelings regarding becoming someone's wife. The best thing to do in such a state of mind is this:
Close your eyes and imagine the perfect world.
And no matter who you are I can wager that what you feel is beyond the sun on the inside of your eyelids is nothing that belongs here. And that's why everything is alright, really.
Believing in summer
'How about summer? You like summer, right...?'
'I don’t know. I don't even know if it exists anymore.'