Thursday, January 14, 2010

And when I caught it you were out of reach

The more I see, I understand
But sometimes, I still need you

Sometimes, I still need you


I just want to kill some time. Just with you.
I've been overdosing myself with too much of the xx.
I like writing in sentences. Tomorrow is my birthday party. I don't know whether to be excited. I'm mostly nervous. Twenty one in twenty ten. Sydney weather is always pmsing. Maybe i'm pmsing too?

Read the most amusing review on vice:
"I wouldn't listen to this album before falling asleep because i might have dreams about being boring."
- Rangi ranginui on 'deastro'

I have an awful temper. After the angry subsides, i just feel empty. Kind of like eating a bueno, you take a bite and there's only a little bit of cream, then you feel heavily disappointed you spent $2.50 on chocolate air. But i'm not full of delicious cream. Fuck i yap on about useless metaphors.

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