I have a cold. What should I do? Should I watch movies and prep the cactus I bought my housemate for a birthday present? Or would that be lazy and indulgent? It seems lazy and indulgent.
I was going to buy a doormat yesterday but I couldn't find one on Smith St that I liked. I don't want a patterned doormat, just a plain one. I also need a bedside light. And a new chair. And clothes. Life is too hard. I don't know what's important.
I had an argument with ~ last night; our first ever proper fight. It was a classic petty bickering sharehousey argument about yogurt and muffins that got surreally heated. Deep down, we are both just angry at ourselves, and were taking it out on each other. People are stupid.
Should I study photography at somewhere like PSC next year, or do the studio art prog at VCA? Or - fuck it - go back to Melbourne Uni? (I think probably not.) Or none of the above?
I wish I was one of Operator Please. They seem to be having more fun than I am. What do they know that I don't? I wonder. Maybe they just don't dwell so much on their problems.
Maybe the eight ball and the fortune cookie are talking about different things. Maybe the ball is referring to something really bad that you were worried about. Or maybe not - but the cookie is saying "In spite of whatever the ball is talking about, everything will be fine."
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Oh dear.
I have a cold. What should I do? Should I watch movies and prep the cactus I bought my housemate for a birthday present? Or would that be lazy and indulgent? It seems lazy and indulgent.
I was going to buy a doormat yesterday but I couldn't find one on Smith St that I liked. I don't want a patterned doormat, just a plain one. I also need a bedside light. And a new chair. And clothes. Life is too hard. I don't know what's important.
I had an argument with ~ last night; our first ever proper fight. It was a classic petty bickering sharehousey argument about yogurt and muffins that got surreally heated. Deep down, we are both just angry at ourselves, and were taking it out on each other. People are stupid.
Should I study photography at somewhere like PSC next year, or do the studio art prog at VCA? Or - fuck it - go back to Melbourne Uni? (I think probably not.) Or none of the above?
I wish I was one of Operator Please. They seem to be having more fun than I am. What do they know that I don't? I wonder. Maybe they just don't dwell so much on their problems.
Maybe the eight ball and the fortune cookie are talking about different things. Maybe the ball is referring to something really bad that you were worried about. Or maybe not - but the cookie is saying "In spite of whatever the ball is talking about, everything will be fine."
I don't know.
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