Thursday, July 19, 2007

Pizza for breakfast

Just saw a dude standing outside my building, one of those Hello My Name Is tags affixed to his breast pocket. In the space provided, he'd written TROUBLE. What fun.

Speaking of trouble, I fear I'm headed toward it. Since adopting the subterranean lifestyle, I've grown so pale--and blind. In lieu of vision, I've taken to navigating by sound, distinguishing up from down by the sound of the fans, north from south by the bleeping of my laptop, my music, Tray's ceaseless rambl--I mean, philosophizing.

Thus it's in hopes of regaining what I've lost that I shall begin the long, slow ascent toward the land of sun-kissed faces, of serviceable eyesight, of the vigorous life. Out by October at latest, mark my word, w/ (a) roomie(s) to boot. Speaking of, know of anyone(s) who might be in want of a nice, neat rent helper-outer? I may be prone to fits of spastic dancing, but I'm otherwise pretty tame. Keep me posted, kids.

xo.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 10:26 AM