Restless.

I'm bored, and restless,
I think I'm going to go to the store,
but I haven't quite thought of a purpose.

It's four, so I should do it before the sun comes up.
I loved Silent Hill, but I already babbled about to domdom,
so I'll post about it later.

It appears to be pauly shore night on TNT,
first there was encino man,
now son in law.

I need to be out,


caged,
restless,
must do something.

Need a project,
already put more pictures up,
so now it's Tess heavy instead of Bam heavy.

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I'm in the store, how much of a livejournal dork am I?
Posting from fon in store.
I want a mint plant, but if I kept it in my room it wouldn't get any sun.
So many tiny potted plants, and pretty flowers.
I can't recall the last time someone gave me flowers.
Probably due to the fact that I seem more of a flower giver than getter.

Ooh aloe plant.

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Cheese balls?
Tiny pickles?

What am I doing here, anyway?

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Existential crisis in the grocery.

My life is so very random.

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Crackers, and tiny pickles, and decaf chai.
And fresh square paper wordiness.
Staying away from all screens, no words on screen,
no pictures on screen,
paper.
Bed.
Must feed brain paper words.
Mmmmmnewbooksmell.

Regarding me:

I read,
I consumed tiny pickles,
my brain is less wordy starved.

I need longer books, they end too fast.
Nearly 500 pages in a standard size paperback
only takes me a handfull of hours.

Anyhow, books that short I get stuck in the need to read till finished,
so I'm again up a little later than planned.

So, just in case you were wondering exactly how large my ego is,
I present to you a copy of the wallpaper on my cell phone.
Yes, it's a picture of my own lips,
and it just now occurred to me to wonder why I've not put myself on the wall of hotness.

Hmmm.



Goodnight.