1: The Unbearable Lightness of Being-Milan Kundera

like kool-aid knock offs

It occurs to me that, not only am I out of practice when it comes to painting, but, also, I was never really good at it anyway.

smirks.

It's alright. It's a little frustrating not being able to make the images I want, but I can get a little bit closer next time.

I enjoy the colours that come from cleaning brushes.

I wish that place existed somewhere in time and space where no one would get hurt.

og og augusto.

I'm listening to Maximo Park... and enjoying the lyric, "I testify to having guilty feelings, I must confess, I'd like to be caught stealing".

Do I have so much guilt because I do bad things? because I'm not very good at accepting the more... animally, self-centered, kind of basic evil but evil in a real and sometimes good way? evil in a sometimes bad bad way. maybe Catholic guilt is actually a genetic thing.

I also liked it when Kundera wrote, "Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love".

Sometimes I think I've lost my favourite bookmark from Mexico (the black one with the green mask of Pacal on it), but really....it's just hidden a few pages away.

I love love and I hate love. but that is love. and well. fuck it, I'm not so scared of being trite. It doesn't really matter if I'm trite or not.

I'm about to put on a polka dot dress and a little bit of make up and armani mania. I'm going to go smoke a romeo y julieta and drink some forty creek. I'm in the mood for that scotch Colin brought from Scotland...but it seems wrong to put it in my $2 flask.

I hope my husband likes the dress.

Lemme go walk off the guilt.

this is something I did

there's nothing good about where you live