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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

Ode to coffee and The Twilight Singers

if you want a burrito...you can have a bite of mine
It's funny now that I don't buy coffee at coffee shops anymore (on a daily basis) how much I look forward to a cup of coffee at home. Then I like the routine of making some. I can't deal with a coffee maker so I buy instant stuff and make it as strong as I want. If my stomach wouldn't stage a revolt, I would drink Espresso in large, litre sized mugs.

My older sister gave me a set of coffe mugs (and plates) that depict a scene in a house on each of them. So right now, I'm drinking out of the 'kitchen' one. I gotta say, kitchens taste good. Coffee tastes so good. Why am I not mainlining this stuff?? Oh right...I remember now.

Heh, and then I wonder why I can't sleep at night.

I'm in a real photo posting mood today but my camera is at my sister's place. Yes, I forgot it. No, I don't know why.

ohh..for christmas, I got a pair of big headphones from my brother-in-law. I was envisioning a curly cord and something that takes over the size of my head, but these ones aren't that big but the sound is nice. Something I miss from the old days. When you can hear the music so intimately. Not like this is news.

My parents haven't been to my apartment, yet. I've been compulsively washing the floors twice a day because I think they might stop by. Cleaning like a freak, because I want them to think I've grown up a bit since the last hole I fell in. You know?

sexy eyes and c'est la vie
At least, I think those are the lyrics to The Lure Would Prove Too Much, the current Twilight Singers song I am addicted to. It's good, I haven't heard the entire album because I live in Canada and don't know what iTunes is yet but I'm sure it's good. I love you so much, you have no idea The words are so good. I wish they would come to Toronto (again) so I can see them. I wish, I wish. Good to have things to wish for, again. Par-teh.

ok, enough blattering on. Gotta.
go.


Burrito - Pete Yorn

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