twirling as if it's the last night of the universe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} velvet_jane) wrote,@ 2003-09-19 13:02:00 |
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eeee! email from my tarah...quote to self I just ran into some people from high life...they said that after we left everone called us the mushroom girls i think the thing that pleases me most about this is that random people we met one day still remember me in thailand, like a little piece of my me is still there, being remembered and being insane and taking mushrooms daily in the heads and stories of some stoners. and that's endlessly pleasing
oh god, i miss thailand. right now she's heading for a meditation retreat in chang mai for 21 days of silence and solitude. a cleansing of the system after our months of abuse. i wish i could say the same for myself...instead i'm consolodating my gin&whisky habits and becoming (remaining) all grubby inside.
ohh, i let my mother at my hair with scissors, WHY? whywhywhy? it felt like penance after she bought me suber-expensive conditioner to get rid of my diver's split ends. now it feels like stupidity.
other randomness...do lambs truly sleep peacefully? have you ever watched one lie in bed all dreamless and unconscious and rested? and when they grow up and become sheep, does all their youthful innocence fade away and they become tortured and tormented beasts, tossing and turning under their make-believe duvets, screaming internally at sheeply dreams and insanities? or are we just so narcissistic we can't bear to compare ourselves to anything that isn't cute and fluffy and childlike? truthfully, i've been sleeping like a sheep recentely, waking up and staring at the swirling red circles on my ceiling (these really exist, this isn't some complex metaphor this time...) and realising FUCK, i'm in the same bed i've been in since childhood. i can't decide whether this is manifest of my awaysickness symptoms or simply because it's the first time this year i haven't been going to bed in a state of obscene drunken/stoned behaviour. still, much drinking tonight, so we shall see...
oh god, i miss thailand. right now she's heading for a meditation retreat in chang mai for 21 days of silence and solitude. a cleansing of the system after our months of abuse. i wish i could say the same for myself...instead i'm consolodating my gin&whisky habits and becoming (remaining) all grubby inside.
ohh, i let my mother at my hair with scissors, WHY? whywhywhy? it felt like penance after she bought me suber-expensive conditioner to get rid of my diver's split ends. now it feels like stupidity.
other randomness...do lambs truly sleep peacefully? have you ever watched one lie in bed all dreamless and unconscious and rested? and when they grow up and become sheep, does all their youthful innocence fade away and they become tortured and tormented beasts, tossing and turning under their make-believe duvets, screaming internally at sheeply dreams and insanities? or are we just so narcissistic we can't bear to compare ourselves to anything that isn't cute and fluffy and childlike? truthfully, i've been sleeping like a sheep recentely, waking up and staring at the swirling red circles on my ceiling (these really exist, this isn't some complex metaphor this time...) and realising FUCK, i'm in the same bed i've been in since childhood. i can't decide whether this is manifest of my awaysickness symptoms or simply because it's the first time this year i haven't been going to bed in a state of obscene drunken/stoned behaviour. still, much drinking tonight, so we shall see...
