30.11.06
Brownian
My hair no longer moves on its own. Because, after four months, I got a haircut. Now I feel weird.
29.11.06
:)
I can hug my bird. :)
27.11.06
Beehive
Tired... Tired... Tired...
I thought I got recharged over the weekend... I probably did. Enough for a Monday. Just the Monday.
I thought I got recharged over the weekend... I probably did. Enough for a Monday. Just the Monday.
26.11.06
Wheels That Grind
It's really amazing how many people would like to be me... I suppose that means my propaganda machine is doing its job. I'm not sure what exactly is its job, though.
25.11.06
Movement
I've been waiting for the time to start passing faster this entire day. It hasn't. I sincerely hope it doesn't.
24.11.06
The Colour of Pills
And just when I was starting to think that my shrink decided to introduce me to a new kind of happy pills...
22.11.06
What Shall I Name It?
The sound of breathing
Fills the night,
Heavy lids close
Upon the day's light.
Forgotten roses
Bloom in the darkness,
On their thorns
Impaled souls writhe.
No rhyme, no reason,
Just the little pieces,
Falling away.
Fills the night,
Heavy lids close
Upon the day's light.
Forgotten roses
Bloom in the darkness,
On their thorns
Impaled souls writhe.
No rhyme, no reason,
Just the little pieces,
Falling away.
21.11.06
I Need a Break...
I need a break... I need a break... I need a break... I need a break... I need a break...
20.11.06
A Plastic-tipped Piece of Aluminum
My imaginary life seems to be more interesting than my real one to others, as well.
And carrot help me, I wrote a poem today.
And carrot help me, I wrote a poem today.
19.11.06
Have I?
I think I can call this weekend a failed one. I think I'm too tired. Period.
18.11.06
Switch
So this is Blogger Beta. The new thing. Hm.
17.11.06
Mmmm... Friday.
If there weren't fallen leaves all over the place, I'd think it's spring... And the pale version of Velebit Beer is very nice, too.
15.11.06
Day Two
I think I feel alive. Tired, but alive.
14.11.06
Improper
Velebit Beer is good. Like Tomislav, but not as syrupy. And not as hard-hitting.
13.11.06
All Wrong
I need a weekend... I need a weekend... And it's only Monday...
12.11.06
Bloody...
And another too short weekend is over... Sounds as a stereotype, but I don't think I can take it any more.
11.11.06
St. Martin's
And wine flowed...
The Magic Number
Thrum-de-drum... I wish four would take the place of the magic number, but three insists on being it... And maybe it's right.
I don't think I'll switch to Blogger Beta. Don't really see a reason.
I don't think I'll switch to Blogger Beta. Don't really see a reason.
10.11.06
Map of Me
Is this the price of dreams? If it is, I am paying it gladly, for I have missed my dreams. They bring a clarity: there is a destiny. The way is but one.
9.11.06
Click
Mood, foul. In need of a week off.
7.11.06
Thought Patterns
It is returning. But it's not a circle... We can never go back to where we were.
6.11.06
Eve-ning
Blogging my imaginary life is proving to be more fun than blogging the real one. Claiming surprise would be pointless.
5.11.06
Free Samples
Honey-flavoured margerine spreads should contain more than 2% honey. Otherwise they suck. They suck big time.
4.11.06
Regrets
It was nice being in love. Even in that weird way of mine.
3.11.06
A Long Time Ago
A Viennese inch equals fourty hvats. I have no idea what a Viennese inch may be, and only a vague idea of how long a hvat is.
The best thing I can do is just drink to the 150 years old maps.
The best thing I can do is just drink to the 150 years old maps.
2.11.06
Blop
There's nothing wrong with being childish. And everything with being exhausted all the time.
1.11.06
Never a Saint
I have spent the last two days reminding myself of one of the reasons why I don't cook 'proper' meals for myself any more. I wonder if the feeling that I've gained weight in these two days is just a feeling...
