psychotic ramblings

I'm not good in heat. i wilt like the sickly sweet flower that i am with a bug eating away at my insides.

yes yes, i'm not good in heat.

last night i fell asleep at 5am holding an evian atomizer can in my hand randomly spraying into the air directly above my naked body letting the water mist down on to me. i used up my last stock, couldn't even find a new supply yesterday when i went out to buy some (i knew, KNEW i would need new cans)

anyone who finds any in stores today get some for me? i need at least three cans to last me through november

instead i bought yet another moleskine (fourth, and LAST one, it's more than an illness now) and a lamy tipo pen to go with it. it was cute and wrote quite smoothly, but only when i came home i found out it was too thick and too bold for my writing. next time i test pens in stores, i'll do more than just my signature. pretty pen though. (i got the silver one)


then i feverishly avoided doing actual work by crawling the moleskine and pen porn sites defending the writing instruments of my choice (uniball signo RT 0.38 and Jetstream) against accusations that they are inferior to the Pilot G2. ( surely you jest?!the Hi-Tec C maybe tolerable, the G2? HAH!)

it's cooled down a bit now, i've had my berocca performance, a bowl of muesli with yogurt. let's get down to it then.