untitled.
i just recently found my fiona apple (tidal) album. i remember when it came out, kroq would play "criminal" non-stop and nearly the whole world was sick of hearing her voice, begging for another single to be released. anyway, aside for a few scratches, skipped tracks, and all-around misplacing later, i'm glad i can appreciate it more than i did then. like most music, people, and things. hmm, metaphor.
for the rest of the week, i highly recommend good movies, good music, extended sleep, clever quotes, trips to the beach, mutual masturbation, and absolutely no alcohol.. for a slightly shinier...
whizzing rose petals.
i've been meaning to update this thing, but other stuff kept coming up, so i had to change my priorities over and over again. thus, my uneventual life has turned into a whirlwind, which is a pretty funny thing to say when you're life generally consists of working, eating, sleeping, making love, reading, and watching movies.
anyway, easter sunday, i was all ready to get that tattoo i've been talking about for so long, when i get pulled over by a cop. he tells me i'm driving at 65mph in a 35mph zone. that's according to his radar, obviously. i smile, make kiss-ass conversation, i even tell...
pheromones.
i don't believe in people; people (with their faults and mine combined) are a disappointment, no matter how genuine they are. and yet i'm attracted to people. were the preliminaries to dating eliminated, i'd be a contented serial dater. but i believe i'd also be happy living and wreaking havoc on my own if it meant that someone might want to talk to me the next day or instance.
why the inbred outlook to that alternative? because as much as i can dislike men at times, nothing beats a pair of hands making a concerted effort to make me melt into iridescent pools of color. or perhaps, not much...
