| "The Devil will find work for idle hands to do..." |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|10:09 pm] |
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| | The Smiths: What Difference Does It Make | ] |
It's beautiful outside tonight, but not the proper beauty one would think of. I'm a fan of the way the whole city looks after the rain. It looks grey, but new. There's this hint there that the rain could wash away sins and impurities and it's beautiful to look at, hard to try and capture. I've never managed to come close on canvas, or paper, or anything.
It's quite sad.
Mum's not pleased with me, of course, but that's not really anything new. I sometimes think she'd like to throw furniture at my head and she gets extremely close at times. Well, often times there's a shoe clutched in her hand when she yells at me for one silly reason after another. Honestly, parents spend half their life trying to get you the flip out the door and when you are they start with the controlling thing. It's completely illogical.
Then again, no one ever claimed my mother was the most logical person in the world. |
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[Feb. 13th, 2008|01:01 am] |
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| | The Enemy: Technodanceaphobia | ] |
Seamus. I don't know how you do it. But I've lost my favourite pencil again.
What the hell? Are you fucking telekinetic or something? Or are you sneaking in when I'm out?
I'm not the biggest fan of these journal things. I keep poking at mine. It might be a good place to keep lists. Or important things. I'm really growing tired of that pissing calender. |
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