due to some debate on facebook i have discovered i'd forgotten how much i love eminem. so i'm just chillin' here listening to his songs, exchanging TBC banter with siany, and i'm not hungry. i don't feel fat today which is good. i have a lot of work to do, but all i really want to do is curl up and read this whole stack of books i have lined up in my bed. northanger abbey, bleak house, frankenstein, emma, etc.
i want to go for a really long walk and end up somewhere new. my cuz is here right now and i promised i'd take her into harrow and show her how to deposit money and maybe do a little shopping, but i kind of feel like going to sit in waterstone's first thing in the morning to read my way through their fiction section. i want pancakes and bacon and maple syrup. i want to sit on the balcony of block 20, 21st floor, flat c, and watch the ships go by. i want to sit in the alcove by that 7-11 in central and drink cold beers. i want to climb onto the roof and wait for the sunrise. i want to grow my hair to my waist. i want to go home. i want to tell you a lot of things, but i won't. i can't. so i won't.