fuck yes x 5. I don't feel like posting. Writing an entire article from scratch, working on and researching another, and then writing 500 words on an academic essay leaves little room for blog tolerance. Plus red wine in excess. Take that. Listening to Rasputina.
Tomorrow: laundry, editing a friend's work, more magazine content and reviewing a punk/ live music venue, hence most likely the rest of the bottle. Kisses.
I'm a writer, apparently, and this is what I like: The Beats Generation, Skeletons, Japanese Rope Bondage, (Bikram) Yoga, Languages, Lists, Hanif Kureishi, Sweaters, Metal/Punk/Electro, Sunglasses, Stationary Supplies, Asian Culture, Alternative Lifestyles, Black, Purple, Silver, Gold, California, Sleep, Vegetables, Starbucks, Fashion, Sushi, Money and staying up late