nothing but green lights

i wish i could play the guitar

i wish i could better myself in some way

i wish i could appreciate things more

i wish i could do all the things i set out to do





nothing but green lights // Tom Vek



i feel so arbitrary

i don't feel here nor there

i feel like i am disappearing

Sankys

i wish i could make music





The Keep (Bowski RMX) // Boy 8-Bit












Dancing along to this

is just fine

webshite

so effing frustrated with myself

i hate understanding web domains and shite

trying to get myself together and put ME out there on the internet

it's such a fucking challenge

grr



i just dont want to be mugged by paying 60quid to mobile-me on apple...

and all this researching around trying to figure out what i need to do first?

buy a domain hosting site? was tha..



fine.

I can design my own webpage

fine.

I will produce my own portfolio

fine.



but how frick do i shift it over to the internet???

i want a fancy website too

is it too much to ask from myself

c'mon figure it out

I AM SUCH A STUPID SHIT

foodgasm

i'm not sure if this is excessive

i can cook


but sometimes i just cannot be bothered

however


i have been infatuated with ramen lately

i'm thinking it's my February mood food



2 cloves of garlic and garnish of grapeseed oil to my ramen



really jazzed up noodles

so what the fuck? food

but yum




silently jealous about the London Fashion Week shenanigans

i think i just need some peace

avoid all the obnoxious fashpack crowd

is it me or do the fashion crowd look so contrived for 2011

this generic code of dressing why thanks to street style blogs



anyway how amaze (LOLZ) did Yasmin Le Bon look down the the runway

you can't beat style and a classic icon

either you've got it or don't


go away all you fashion mongers

GENERICS!!














oh hello custard tart

mmmmmm

nutmeg

i need time

music to get over a mountain hill to get myself better


el perro del mar // change of heart

The radio dept // heavens on fire

Baths // animals



the words and titles have no significance to me at this point

just some kind of mello-dramatic noise in the background as distraction


distraction is good

my new tough

i hate myself sometimes for reacting in ways that i can't control

i keep finding myself lost

losing myself deep in my thoughts

and i find myself crying

and fucking hate this and i beat myself up about it

i still can't get over my grandad passing away

i completely understand that, that's how life rolls

i am totally a rational person

but what frustrates me is why can't i control myself to calm myself

i hate lingering on a subject

and why do i cry in moments?

i don't understand this.

not my words

Never ceases to amaze how little the staff in designer stores know about the things they sell. So much attitude, so little knowledge.




take note mutha fuckers!!

i hate shopping because of this

nothing offends me more than rudeness


eugh.