[nov. 09, 2009₊₁₆|02:11 P.M.]

MOOD: chill

MUSIC: [no doubt — platinum blonde life]

in my room, cats usually get behind the couch. that's where they hide from the madness of these days.

and why a couch if you can find peace in any corner here? although when i was scared as a child i hid UNDER the couch. when it was transformed into a bed ofc. i'm not a cockroach...

i'm also thinking about saving photos from old slideshow discs that my mom took on her Fly flip phone in 2007-2009.

however it won't be me in these photos but some boy in funny shorts and a t-shirt with dark hair and still burning eyes.

while my eyes only light up at the sight of a red five thousand ruble banknote and kinder chocolate.

well and notebooks with the image of Ranetki Girls ok.

and the writing of a new book of poetry has been postponed.

my drafts are in the same place as my degree and old postcards.

some said that i was suffocated them with my attention while others blamed me for not giving a flying f%$k about them.

well maybe i'm just choosing the wrong ones?