i've been playing with eraser shavings. rolling them all into one sticky clump and flattening it. it's disgusting i know. but it's probably the only fascinating thing that can be done at 5.20am in the morning.


i would like to buy ten different colors of play-doh. i love the smell of play-doh.


i would like to go for a swim at 7pm later today but i can't find anyone to swim with me. i need company in changing rooms at night. i hate the sound of dripping taps and showerheads. i hate the sound of running water. i'm afraid of murderers with knives and ghosts waiting to pounce on me as i turn at the corner.


i would like to take a glimpse at the year 2006 so that i wouldn't have to worry so much now.


i would like to go out with you cause i miss you a whole damn lot but we both know i can't.

i would like to go out with my baby and listen to him telling stories which i've heard a hundred times before while i sit quietly and don't say a thing.



i don't really feel like talking.


i would like to take time out from everyone and everything for a week. i'm tired and confused and boggled down by everything.


i think i'm going to stop playing with eraser shavings. my dad is up and awake and preparing for work...
and as usual, i'm still not asleep.