Friday, June 26, 2009

Fun Punch

I like to walk around in my pyjamas all day, stay in bed all day, watch my dog sleep all day. It's cold, he shivers when he sleeps outside in the winter. I have nothing to do, i'm not meant to be biting my nails. The joy of habit, good or bad, is the sense of comfort you find when you go through the old routine. It gives a sense of identity: "I am a person who does this." I hate my habit.

I was taking photos ten minutes ago. They're on my laptop now. They'll stay there for ages cos i'll forget about them and never show anyone either. Sitting infront of my heater on my purple blanket, I can smell him. He was here.

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