be sweet as honey baby, don't be mean

i had a dream about jeff last night. HE WAS WEARING YELLOW EYESHADOW. where is my personal dream investigator? first he was playful and shy and then it just turned 7 shades of ugly. i was basically lucid dreaming at that point and willing something to keep happening for the sake of some resolution for myself. he was still dating the girl, which, i believe is the case, though i haven't done any internet "research" recently. nevermind, i just did some. definitely still going strong. they'll make a cute baby and i'll just stay home and cry.


okay! i've lost all my energy for this. i just thought about posting pictures and then realized i have nothing to show you because i am sitting on 16 rolls of film because i have no money to process them. just called manhattan color lab and they want 20 bucks a roll. not happening. not anytime soon, at least. so you'll have to be happy with this shitty post and no pictures because i've got strep throat, and i'm on antibiotics for 10 days which means my last free weekend before finals and flea market has to be spent sans booze. it means i have to postpone all my shitty okcupid dates because if you think i am going on an internet date with no alcohol you may as well think i love the country of canada. and i don't. so i won't.

after five days of laying in bed, i guess i finally got bored. i spent an hour last night researching mia farrow, and subsequently, her 15 children. now that was time well spent.

hey! life! everyone! god above! who wants to tell me when my time is coming? i'm doing my best to fill my days with fulfillment but its much harder than it seems. especially here, no green, no blue sky blue, no peepers, it currently smells like gasoline in my bed courtesy of either my upstairs or downstairs neighbor or maybe a broke-down truck outside. so i'm just waiting waiting for the day when my clouds part and those white streaks of pure sun come a'streaming out.