Friday, July 2, 2010


To be twenty three years old sounds very cute. It doesnt sound old, the way being twenty does. Maybe its because some ages just feel very much like you're being forced to move out of a phase, and some numbers are just easy to grow into. Like seventeen, and twenty three, and twelve. Now twenty just feels like all the grow-up pressure will be pushing you for 365 days.


Right now I'm just wasting my time so that it'd be three-oclock already and I can go fix my stuff and get away from being in bed all day.

I need a job. I want a job. Being idle makes me spend and sulk more.



I dont know why our generation deemed a wide forehead unfashionable. A wide forehead's beautiful! My tiny man foreheads are annoying and... tiny.