1/24/2010

there's a girl i adore with a camera attached to her hip. She takes photos of people places and things. but they are not nouns. I'm a feeler. I write down things i feel because i hope someday someone can relate. I write on napkins and leave them on coffee tables. I write on receipts, on walls, note pads, dirt mounds, in my phone i save a note, on myspace i send a comment. or even to strangers i give them my two cents because no one ever really asks, but my aloof logic makes sense sometimes.

so yeah, i fell in love again. but i'm a bad person when it comes to one night flights. truth be told i just want one but she doesn't want me. so whats a girl to do? I could just stay home, but how else would i fulfill my need to want a be. I could stay in tact maybe focus once in a while on something important, like my job or school or my family. I don't know whats going on... Today my boss stopped me in the middle of my task and asked me "Radha, what's on your mind. Lately i noticed you are here but your mind is not" I didn't reply, i just shrugged my shoulders like IDK. But that worries me a bit because is it possible people are starting to notice my obsession with distractions? Well, it's really not an obession, and i dont have distractions. I just choose to think about other things all the time. Because really... who wants to be at work at any given time. I rather be sitting outside on the hood of my volvo watching the clouds pass by. Or reading a book or talking to my unknown.

i have something i'd like to share, i want to post it but i cant think of the right words to say what i'm trying to convey. I'll be 21 in a couple days. Totally dude. I love interpol, that band makes me smile real bad. and i'm still obsessed with soft shock. it just sucks sometimes instances have to ruin the glory of simplicity.