Lovely day. Night spent alone, in a lust sandwich.

My mind is a hash of things unbecoming of a lady mind and things seen on television.

Sadly, I seem to be perpetually not making out with anyone.

Listening to: 

Nighttiming - Coconut Records

&

Greenwich Mean Time - Charlotte Gainsburg

Life is longing.

Dear life, I have a list of complaints.

Pictures of cats that hate me.

PleAse see:
True Blue - Dirty BeAches
First Love Never Die - Soko
Gun Shy - WidowspeAk
Homebro - Oberhofer

The nice lesbian pharmacist always chats me up while I get my anti-anxiety medication.

Brimming.

Watching a Lady Chatterly mini series, I think it completely reasonable that I can expect that that scenario will play out in my own life very soon. It would have already occurred had it not been for the sorry lack of gamekeepers in New England. 

There is a lot of feeling bad in life, even when you are trying not to feel bad. 

There is also a lot of me being a total dick, while trying not to be a total dick.

(please insert expletives and neurosis here) 

listing to Learning by Perfume Genius

"I can see the news report now - they were a quiet family, kept pretty much to themselves. No one ever would have suspected them of foul play." - The Burbs (1989)

Things are happening but make no sense.

Listening to Bad Ritual by Timber Timbre

Feeling bummed out like a teenager.

The night time is the right time.

October is taking me in, and pouring me a hot cup of coffee, like an old friend.

Please see: Men's Needs - The Cribs

Excuses - The Morning Benders

I Can Change - LCD Soundsystem

I believe, in your profession, it's called... 'Nostalgia'.

The Master (2012)

the more I know, the less I wish I knew. at least there are still adorable head stones and weird movies to see.

I wish it would.

I cannot tell if life is deciding for me,
or 
if I am deciding my life.
Somehow I think this a trick question and the answer is no.

I am surprised my brain doesn't ever just burn out from obsessive thought, but it will not shut off. It is pretty noisy in there. Like a mental riot.

Please see:

I Want You - Summer Camp
&
Ghost Train - Summer Camp

I think I may be in a caught,

 Very much in the way I want to be. 

self reflexivity has hit an all time low, have decided that my emotional state sounds like a nail polish color, "listless frenzy melancholy", orange red with sepia tones.

listening to: Kurt Vile

my stomach is in knots 

from wanting things with a hard twist

so much so

that I wish my thoughts would completely consume me.

the idea is absolutely delicious.

Watched Minnie and Moskowitz (1971) it inspired me to never date again. 

Listening to the Dum Dum Girls.

a little affection to take the edge off wouldn't hurt.

 the only portraits I take, are of trees, handsome trees.

Looking to September to bring back my vim and vigor.

I could also use a little piss and vinegar, as mine has been in short supply.

listening to: Without You - Lana del Rey