Head full of heavy thoughts. Tomorrow I turn 20. 

Maybe maturity is fully realizing that all of your life situations are temporary and subsequently letting go..

In 24hrs

Watching Four Rooms, Jackie Brown, Foxy Brown and reading up on Quentin Tarantino and Pam Grier. Thinking about the L word. Thinking about Pulp Fiction too hard makes my limbs tingle.

Silas the magic car - Mew

I'm envious of my roommate Kathleen's laugh. Or is it her sense of humour? Whichever quality it is that makes it so that mildly amusing things warrant a genuine explosion of belly laughter. So nice.

This week I got a Christmas kitten. His name is Silas, and every time I look at him my heart swells.

Does your subconscious haunt you too?

Mine has been particularly cruel lately. In moments of baked solitude on the bus, it attacks me with bad memories and repressed thoughts that make your stomach drop. When I'm sleeping, faces in my dreams tell me what has to be done and that I've already fucked up my life enough. What really gets me though, is the notion that  the decisions I've made have made me less than what I could have been.