a thought

sometimes i think it would be wonderful to be a pathological liar. i'd make up such extravagent stories about myself....life would be so much more fun. . .

last night i dreamt that somebody loved me

......i'm on a Smiths/Morrissey binge.

ring a ling

i've become one of those people i hate who have a 'real song' ringer for their mobile. however, i can't hate myself that much since it is the intro of "foxy lady" by jimi hendrix and not some shitty rap song. . .

my head is swimming

. . .i feel lame, but i'm banking it on the end of the february doldrums. things can only be exciting for so long, i suppose..