I’m in no mood to write but I’m in no mood to do anything else either. So write I will. It will be a terrible read too. Sucks to be you, I guess.
Anyway. It’s an old friend’s birthday today. Reminds me that mine’s coming up soon. About a month to go now and then I’ll be 22. Another year wasted. Fuck it. I’m making a list of things I’d want for my birthday. Once October’s done I’ll consider circulating it.
- 26 tiny square canvases.
- Headphones. Though if I haven’t managed to get them myself by November, you might as well strangle me with them.
- Calvin and Hobbes.
- Violin. Doesn’t seem like I’ll manage it myself after all..
And I’ve run out of things to want. What a depressingly tiny list.
Ps: Three posts in a day.. My apologies, Zonk.