(if you're hungry, or you're tired, or you've had too much sugar)

There was a sale on at the Japanese grocer's. Of - get this - /Almond Crush Pocky/. These things should not happen on days when i do not have money, and anyway only went down there to feed my acerola addiction. Mmm, acerola, with your strange apple-mixt-with-cherry taste and freakishly heavy can. How I love thee.

A man in the street had a face half blotched pink and blistered, like bad burns or a dying bruise. He didn't seem to notice.

Listened to the manics most of the day, my cd but not my choice of music, looked across to sar, who'd put it on: five days, i know, not dead, though, still gone. sar has a bloke, now. they're /obnoxiously/ cute.

Tickets for trail of dead: covet the ride and the sonic youth albums, my music tastes are regressing. I used to love Ride /so much/. Maybe I will again.

why don't you just?