hello, spaceship

2002-09-25 [ 01:46 am ]
I wanted to put up a picture of myself, with long hair, one last time. Then I realized that I don't care to put up a picture of myself. I have done that a lot, but now I am different.

It's hard to explain, really, feelings (rather instincts) in your gut.

On one hand things are so very open for the future, yet on another it feels as if I only have two or three options right now. Odd, eh? They are all fantastic options, however.

Anyway, I took this picture late late one night when I was extremely drunk. Hey, I bet you've never heard THAT here before!

Sigh... alcohol. What's the point?

Again, it's an instinct in my gut.

Hmm, I've been reading too much of Moby.

How do I know that?

Because I am writing in these one sentence choppy paragraphs.

Right, enough of that, it's becoming the fall, and every so often I catch a whiff of the changing colours. I can't wait, though a part of me thinks, maybe that I don't want time to pass as fast as I think.

What I DO want right now? Why, Pacman Fever, of course!

photo by: kam2k