MAYBE BABY

Alright, I'm a lot better today. Went off to the University, not much happened there. Went on a wonderful shopping spree after that, bying albums (Yeah, that's right! Actual CD's!) combining winter's darkness with some raw light, that is to say I bought collections of post-punk, ballads from the 1700's and brawly beer-filled rock music from old men with the blues and the brawl in their veins. Upon this I also bought a bunch of clever posters, and started getting some greater image ideas while being in the store. I just bought me a Hidden Depths for the bed, to reign upon my sleep, and on the opposite wall Kissing on VJ Day to greet me upon awakening. Also, I bought a big WALL-E for the bathroom. I'm a genious, I know. I told the girl at the counter I was interested in the more expensive stuff also - a classic Beatles shot, one Marilyn and one Audrey, and probably a Michelangelo and quite possibly that Van Gogh café to. Upon this, I will also order myself a Rocky poster to hang upon the desk - keeping the working moral going - and most definitely an Image Duplicator by Lichtenstein. Always been a favorite of mine.

I've got a funny mail today. Let's just call it a little... funny.
And yeah, bought some DVD's too. Nirvana at Reading Festival and Ryan Adams in Jamaica (?!). Coming home with some insane amount of grocieries - yes, I'm making dinner for myself tonight, I'm really going for this payday hubris - I'm started making some lunch and figured I might aswell go down to the Owl's Second Hand down the street. But currently, I'm watching the weird sensation of Ryan and the Jamaicans and feeling a little too convenient.

Later, friends