Rabid monkeys with fancy tools

Song: Sunburn, Muse.
Book: White Teeth, Zadie Smith (something I would not normally read. doing it for a class).
Mood: Emo (it’s short for emotional to me).

Spent some time pondering if I was rejecting femininity by rejecting chick lit, chick flicks, chick music and other chick stuff like fashion.
Spent some time thinking about him again. The memories have a certain scent to it. Like a cosy room. Kitchen smell. And a tactile feeling of silk - slippery things. Foam. Fine sand. And there’s the sound of waves when I think of him. Washed out, like. And .. oh .. I miss him when I shouldn’t be missin’ him. His memories kill me the most. His memories eat at my insides day after day, after day, after day.
Couldn’t wake up for any of my classes today. What an embarrasement. Went shopping instead to cure the Muse effect. Spent a whole shitload of money when I should be saving for Eurotrip. But I look at my new clothes and it feels .. orgasmic.
I think that the best line for me today would be ‘I wish I knew how to quit you!’ from … you guessed it right. Brokeback Mountain. But my love is straight, my love is twisted. My love is the vengeance of the jilted. Beware, you have been warned.
Oh I’m so full of shit it makes myself weep.

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