- Listening to: Liam Howlett being fucking SEXY on his W-30
- Reading: Vladimir Nabokov
l. No time, no time, no time.
ll. Ex boyfriends make me want to strangle myself with my own innards. If said idea does not work, I'm running up to the next lion I see and making him eat me.
lll. Who knew pigeons could be so explosive? Fine, more rice for me.
lV. Tick tock, tick tock, this insatiable lust for success at everything I do is beginning to stretch my soul (or what's left of it) thin. It is now the consistency of porridge.
a. So is my brain
b. So is my sanity
c. So is my purpose in life
V. Taking into account that I'm running out of time to lead a stable and normal life, I drink and continue feeding pigeons rice (Is this normal?).
Vl. HAHA! Oh man, that Keanu Reeves.