Cleaning my room yields many interesting things

Such as this:

Remember the love we promised in the fall? That I left on a shelf next to a porcelain doll. Which one day I would brush, and as it shattered around me. Lying there, dusty fragments that I never did see.

It was meant to be a song...I still remember the melody. But in hindsight, it sucks and lacks subtlety. I prefer Bon Iver myself.

 

No, I can't hear what he's singing. But whatever it is, it's frickin depressing.

11:50pm

And, for a further ten minutes, happy birthday Jay-Z.

1:26am the next day

Yay for funny people.

LIFE'S A LEG A LAMB. LIFE'S A TACO.