Looking presentable is not even on my agenda right now...I'm wearing knee-high neon socks and plaid pajama shorts.
I need like some sort of über girly mani/pedi and a hair mask.
No motivation.
I've literally been in bed drinking tea for two days...except I actually have been out several times in the last two days.
But everyone knows what I mean, I didn't even get dressed to go out.
I don't know why...
I'm not depressed, just really lazy.
Tomorrow I'll actually do stuff.
I promise.
Not really.
Well, maybe.
So I found this band, Face To Face.
They're pretty good, not one of my favorites...but the lyrics and composition are catchy.
I went to the tattoo shop yesterday, for something as mundane as new earrings.
I wanted to get my Monroe shortened a little, but everyone in the shop was busy...
I really want a tattoo, why do I have to be so scared of needles?
I had to close my eyes when they pierced my tongue...it didn't even hurt, but needles are terrifying.
On Facebook they're doing statuses where the person who likes it gets a poet, and then they have to post a poem by the poet.
I think it's lovely that social networks are finally being used for something useful.
So, I'll leave you with a poem by my long dead lover, John Keats;
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
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