the all seeing "i"

i now have in my possession a scary white kubrick pod phone.

i just feasted on west indian curry and magnolia cupcakes.

i fear that the rest of the day is going to be glacial in its pace.

i have roos' cd walkman with me. suddenly, my commute seems much less horrible.

i have a roll of film to drop off and several provisions to pick up.

i remain so tired that i feel drunk. though i've definitely sobered up since this morning.

i wonder what i'm going to do with myself this evening (or someone else, for that matter. hm!)

i can't wait to go to boston this weekend.

i just received my very own copy of breakfast at tiffany's. (v. excited!)

i think that your rising sign says more about you than your sun sign.

i believe that a nap will cure just about everything (and wouldn't i like one right now)

i think that people at large need to relax a little bit (that goes double for myself.working on it).

i think that this is definitely the quote of the day:

i miss alterna-pop music from the early nineties, particularly music from the summers of 1996 and 97 (my first driving summer and my last summer as a true resident of california)

i would like to throttle the voices in my head sometimes.

i want the world to hear what i have to say but i don't.

i want to finish this blasted song i've been writing.

i wonder just what it is i've turned into in the last year...

...because it sure as hell isn't anything i would have recognized before.

and i kind of like it.