The Journal of Rowan Luis ...........................``..........................
04/25/2007 03:55 p.m.
Why can't money grow on trees!
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04/22/2007 08:29 a.m.
why don't i just pack my heart up in a box so i can get on with life and make sure no one can stick any more pins in it I am currently Hurt
I am listening to planes, my saliva, washing machine, my stomach
how productive
04/18/2007 06:17 p.m.
i cut my own hair
i watched some people play cricket
i drank a pint of guiness
i smoked too many rollies
i watched the blossom grow
i opened up the root chakra
i day dreamed
i did no fucking work.
i scowled at the girls opposite me because they look too enthusiastically bitchy for their own good.
and my breath smells of guiness.
nada
I've got no food for when I get home.
it's my birthday tomorrow though.
x
I am currently Apathetic
I am listening to fans, girls, typing, birds, cold fingers, paper and boys now
musings of the blossoming tree outside my window
04/15/2007 02:32 p.m.
Does anyone else think underarm hair is sexy because it looks a bit like muff? Hm, the wrong kind of contemplation for a sunday afternoon when I only have three weeks to my dissertation hand in.
I have three things I want to write about, and three things I have to write about. The latter is more pressing, but I reckon I wanna write about the first three because of the pressing nature of the last three.
{{as it is not in the list down there, my mood right now is perpetually anxious}}
{{hmmmm is muff explicit material?}} I am listening to Tom Waits
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