veloxis

Don't step in the wet cement, please. -It seems to me like I need a reality check. -But I don't think I'll like it. -Reality just isn't my cup of tea. -I'll deal with it for now. -Something might happen. -I'll wait. -Or not. -Apricots. -Dot dot dot. -END.

Excuse me? Why yes, I am willing to tell you the time. -Stories of love during the 30's-50's are still my heart's prime generator. -Classical music still rings in my head before I fall asleep. -I don't understand how I'm simultaneously so realistic and so optimistic. -I think I grew up too fast. Really. -Snow is here. Photogenic, the stuff. -Heart wrenching piano chord. -Dot dot dot. -Snowflake. -End.

Looks like I've broken my promise of waiting half a year to write another journal. Not that anyone does anything but skim the first few lines of these things, but I felt my old one was, well, old. Ergo, I present to you who have ventured beyond these first few lines a bit of what my brain coughed up: -Autumn. So pretty, isn't it. Too bad the days of 18°C and orange leaves are behind us. Time to prepare for endless mud and rain. -On a happier note, those leaves sure are photogenic. -I'm finding myself more dependent on sappy WWII love stories as days go by. This is awful, but I can't help but be glad the war happened for this reason.