why is it that when i really need to sleep, to rest, to recover from a shit day and to prepare for a good day so i am human and charming and awake … i can’t do it?
i just realized that one month from now i will have had my nose pierced for eight years, and i will have been on the internet for nine.
can you bleed to death without knowing you’re even hurt?
once i was quoted as saying, “if i were a stripper, i’d name myself möbius.”
i do not remove my sterling silver möbius strip pendant, not even to shower.
my current job is one-third janitor, one-third designer, and one-third librarian. i’ll leave it up to you to guess which third i like best, which is also the most underutilized.
sometimes, zen sits up like a meerkat and chatters at me.
(this entry is in the style of and dedicated to randomlife.)