My lips may promise, but my heart is a whore.

Posted 1 year, 10 months ago at 4:52 pm. 1 comment

I attempted to blog three times yesterday.

Seriously, I have a stack of scrap paper at work, and I spent most of the day attempting to compose a well written entry for your reading pleasure.

I was, unfortunately, unsuccessful. ON the first attempt, I pulled the pages away from the neatly stapled stack, quite unsatisfied, and tore them into tiny, even pieces, threw them like confetti into the trash. On the second, halfway through my long winded introduction paragraph I just started writing “tripe” over and over in capital letters until my hand got sore. The third? Well. The third was just mediocre. I figure instead of trying to write well, I’m just going to write what I’m feeling. For now, at least. I’m fucking tired, okay?

So. Things. Yes. The title today is some lyrics from a Nine Inch Nails song (Last, from Broken.) I can’t decide whether I appreciate them because of the pretty words, or because they may as well have been the motto of my algedonic relationship with Ian. In any case, Trent Reznor is like, deep, man.
RACHEL COMES IN 4 DAYS. WOO. WOO WOO WOO. *dances around*
I’ve brushed aside my Grey’s obsession momentarily in favour of going to the gym. Yesterday I did 7km on the treadmill, and my legs are sore. I was going to head in this afternoon to do RPM, but I’m mopey and nesty and I want to stretch out somewhere warm and sleep. Mopey and nesty for reasons I’m currently unwilling to discuss, so don’t ask.

I’m considering Thai food for dinner. A nice stroll to the thai restaurant sounds super and awesome. Perhaps a jog later. Hrmphghg.

Yes. Thai and blackbooks. Wonderous. Have a nice night everyone <3
Edit: EVERYONE THE THAI WAS TERRIBLE (but the blackbooks was fantastic like always.)