Just a description. Innocent ramblings.

You look at the tiny computer and you put yourself in my shoes and imagine me typing on my blog.

I sit on a well to do couch and in the middle of a massive living room. Comfortable despite the oft raging spine electrocuting period and the scratching, post-high, throat. Drinking luke-warm apricot/tea flower tea. Listening to really bad 90's alternative songs, that are on the media player radio. Waiting for a movie to download from tv-links, Date Movie, a movie that might very well momentarily entertain me. My "Big Projects" of the near future are all for entertainment purposes. A second-hand PS2, an i-pod, a drawing tablet for my computer, lots and lots of decorative elements for NEW ROOM (I don't know why the fuck it excites me so much, but it just does!). I guess it just means that I'm getting the hell away from the mad house my parents house can be, when my parents actually are at home, which is close to never. Like for example, right now, the only other person in the house is the cleaning lady. Who earlier this morning said hi to me without commenting on my newly dyed magenta hair. She did give me a double take though, like *huh"* with her eyes.

Looking outside the moments in space are all dead. There is no life. There is just slow motion branches and nervous grass. Its contradicting each other while complementing the nature of the laws. Post apocalyptic bliss. A rain that isn't really rain, more of an excuse for the clouds to break prematurely. You know.