cimorene

it's so very easy to keep my dorm room clean and so very difficult to make a mess of it and yet most of the time you can hardly walk through it.

i woke up with the inexplicable desire to perform country line dances in the middle of the floor. perhaps not entirely inexplicable as i left winamp on and was listening to 'i'm holdin' on to love to save my life.' still.

the fly keeps landing on my nose and upper lip. die, mousefucker.

there is a red and white umbrella on the floor of my room. in some cosmic sense this just seems to say it all. ::sigh::