MAAAAAN THIS AIN’T MY DAD, THIS IS A CELLPHONE
I THREW IT ON THE GROUND
zombies and adrenaline, went to bed at five in the morning, woke up less than an hour later frightened and confused out of my skull, rushed to the hospital, had kaya toast and hard-boiled eggs while waiting by the A&E, sudden realization that the panicky, heart-fluttering state I was in the past day was in fact a sign of things to come, now resuming normalcy by writing a cover letter for my dream job and astral-projecting myself to a Circa Survive song somewhere far, far away while stealing glances at the soft mound of snow curled up on my bed, blue-eyed and still, “the only thing in life that’s perfect”
woke up feeling like a major lesbonbonz
listening to goth-trad, today seems strange
my heart is beating really fast and I don’t know why?
the 80’s called to say they wanted their shirt back- I yelled “fuck you I have the right to rock shoulder pads!!” and they hung up, full of remorse
things I’ve been doing on this lushhh 4-day Chinese mew year break: eat cereal out of a cup in the most demented way possible, interior design (or rather, shift furniture around the balcony to accommodate new living arrangements), sort out bookshelf, inhaled copious amounts of dust bunnies, collapsed on the bed to snuggle with cats any chance I get, contemplated making an MTV Cribs-esque video, went on a job interview which I’m not keen on accepting because I have terrible life priorities (how in the world can I allow myself to potentially miss Foo Fighters and Future Music Asia, HOW), ate ice cream as a way of saying “fuck you” to this persistent wisdoom toothache, watched Dear Zachary (do NOT google this beforehand if you plan on watching it) and subsequently cried/internally raged to death
YEAR OF THE DRAGON YEAAAAAAAAAAAAH
uptothesky (ie. not quite space) brownies!
made with the best things in life - nutella, glitter and nyancats
these beat up chucks and I have survived Rainway 2011, JavaRockingLand, gravel at Baybeats and slush on freezing Parisian streets so come on weekend, BRING IT
50 cents each at a comic book clearance sale, YAY (Hayao Miyazaki!!)
I hereby dub this top “Elephants”
“What happens to my brother when he has a seizure? Does he depart from his body and go somewhere else? Or does he, instead, plunge deep down inside himself? Does he float into the fourth dimension? Or does he visit other worlds ruled by geometries unknown on Earth, like in H.P. Lovecraft’s stories? Does he die for a split second? Does he dream? Is it some sort of void? Does he remember nothing because there’s nothing to remember? Or is his memory of these other worlds being wiped out? What if he was leaving because he’s unhappy here, with us?”
— David B, “L’Ascension du Haut Mal”
This afternoon my brother had a seizure. I shouted for my parents, called an ambulance (for the first time in my life), moved potentially dangerous objects away, tried to remain calm, held his hand - but inside I was so, so scared.
[Flash 10 is required to watch video]
Lafonda, 5 bowls of noodles and a sex toy (..I miss everyone in this video!)
