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i
had
some
buttons.
but i lost them.
We always forget,
choose not to remember,
watch time eat us,
watch us eat us.
Everything’s about eating.
Time is made up of eating and eateries and entrées.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
2++ am.
feel sleepy but am guilty i have not done work today. also, feel tired to do work because i am sleepy. therefore, i will distract myself from such issues by randomly browsing Tumblr and reposting various pictures i think are amusing. lollll
anyway, was overcome by a sudden need to splurge on something random yesterday so browsed ebay and have purchased a big book of Shakespeare's complete works for like 12 bucks. i love 2nd hand books. i'm not actually sure when i'll read it... but well, once in a while when i'm in the mood for the occassional sonnet or something i guess. and also, it'll look nice on my bookshelf. LOLL. wth nvm. lit student fail.
arghhh i feel like writing something now. it's like there's a bloody idea clogging up the drainage system which i call my "brain". but its not coming out right now. although when it does come out i'm sure it'll be pretty fulfilling. you know like when there's something jamming up the sink or something and you use that plunger thingymajig to get the shit stuff out. and it's so troublesome to like.. plunge things (erm.) but when you finally do get the shit stuff out theres like a weird plopping effect that is very enjoyable. only problem is that the shit stuff smells like.. well.. shit. hmm.
ah well. chances are i will feel like writing the moment i actually start on my essays/presentations, etc. (this is always the case) okay im sleepy and have had my fair share of funny pictures for today. taaaaa
brin bit this at ; 2:55 AM
because i'm queing, i'm waiting.
hola!
my name's brin.
i'm not Spanish, i just like using the word "hola".
i'm twenty-one, but only til' next year.
if you bring alan rickman to my house, i'll marry you.
okay, maybe not, but i'll give you some chocolate for the ride back.
just so i won't get arrested.
Thanks to:
Terry Richardson, for the lovely Macaulay Culkin photo which i've edited.
Celestial Star Brushes and Inobscuro Brushes.
Photobucket for hosting my crap.
And the words are by yours truly.
Remember, i love you, so don't rip me off.
Or else, í'll have to spank you.
