My commie heart explodes with guilt.
You ever come across stuff, and once you touch them or hold them or place them upon your guilty crown you realise "this is gonna be with me until I die?"
Hats, ladies and gentlemen. Since I've shorn off my locks, I've realised how much I loved them.
What better invention was there for the human head? Fuck helmets, I want a bowler derby.
I've been getting musicks nonstop for the past few days now. Insomnia begets progress.
Mostly Nujabes stuff, and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.
Also some misc. Lady Gaga shit, because I'm crushing hard.
I set my laptop to UK spelling sometime in Hong Kong because I was paranoid about spelling errors in class, but now I'm afraid I'll have to switch back and I can't recall how. Huh.