It's busy in my head today.

Buckets of rain

Honey, babe. Honey baby. I think that’s why I like that song so much.

Damn, this ‘blog’ is pure self indulgence.

On my mind.

I’m perplexed by the simplest things to the point where I wonder should I really be able to walk in a straight line without falling or straying, I don’t really know what I’m saying.

jackarkham asked: jack is mostly fabricated.
a collection of thoughts with they're own ego nad everything :p
my day's ok i guess.
my mother cussed me out so that sucked
but i left to a friend's house and we went and had tacos with my bf so that's nice.
then my bf cooked us breakfast again, that was nice too, even though i wasn't hungry.
but now he wants me to do alll the dishes in his sink..which is not so nice.
annnd i want a cigarette, but i know i shouldn't probably have one :l
shrug*

I see, I like that word, ‘fabricated’. Alter egos fascinate me.

Well if you wish to have a cigarette, have one, know the consequences and bloody savour it, I say.

Your boyfriend sounds nice, I hope your day was good today.

jackarkham asked: well hi there :{D
my name's ricky.
you have a two-hour long art session? :o
how's that going down?

Ricky? You have quite a rare name, it’s nice :)

Though your blog tells your name to be Jack?

I do indeed, once a week, it’s pretty nifty :)

I painted a picture of Frank Sinatra’s mugshot for no reason at all, how was your day?

I’m feeling happy this morning

It probably has a lot to do with my favourite lamp and the prospect of a two hour long art lesson.

I just can’t get enough of Robert Plant’s voice and Steppenwolf today, crazy.

jackarkham asked: that you do.
good to know :]

what's your name?

I’m feeling quite secretive on here, I shall tell you via your inbox :)

Hope you enjoy your day!

Inner monologue’s got a scratch

I’m thinking about electric fences

epidemic

Time alone with your computer screen

I’m thinking about couples, loners, ill-spent evenings

I’m thinking about warped views

I’m thinking about coats, hats, ice-creams

The kind of worries not heard nor seen

Long roads and unpaid debts

Tired faces.

I’m thinking about pretty people, ugly people, ambiguity

I’m thinking of places I’ve been, glasses I’ve worn

And I’ve just met my first Canadian.

Exhausted

I came across some old photos of myself today, perhaps a year old, maybe two.

I look so much healthier, my skin is bright, my smile looks genuine, I may not like how I physically look in the photos but in comparison to what I see in the mirror today I look a great deal better. I look quite dead, gaunt. Tired looking. What’s worse it’s my own fault, oh well, C’est la vie.

Smiling

I love to hear a smile in a song, it sounds pretty.

If you don’t know what I mean, listen to Romeo and Juliet by Dire Straits, or Amy Winehouse covering Dusty Springfield’s Will you still love me tomorrow.