Thursday, September 30, 2010

Oddly comforting.

"Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the stream. Or if not unhappiness, then at least melancholy..."

- Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

Monday, September 20, 2010

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The one naked dream I have I'm owning it.

I'm pissed off about something and walking angrily around the house. Enter bedroom of male housemate, snatch clothes off the bed. Exit bedroom.

Housemate from room: Were you just naked?
Me: I don't care.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

How to wreck your clothes and look like a tool.

"To 'vintagize' a t-shirt, wash it at too high a temperature and then let it lie around wet so the wrinkles are fixed in place."

- H&M Fall magazine

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Summer sins.

This was the summer where I had no job or class, went to too many deck parties, climbed up a roof, got high on a roof, curled up in bed with the spins.
This was the summer I went to my first big concert in Toronto, watched old Hollywood and French movies, ran at sunset and baked at midnight.
This was the summer I painted to blues rock, discovered a modern day Bob Dylan and bought two harmonicas.
This was the summer I fell in love with a new city, smoked for a month, overindulged in macarons, finally enjoyed French lessons, danced by the river, wore my shoes out and almost got killed on a bike.
This was the summer I slept in a lot, bummed around a lot, stopped worrying so much, took a break from thinking, spent more time dreaming.

I think it's time to get back to the worrying.