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< like a chloroform sugar | posted at 7:28 pm on June 01, 2004 > i'm done with photography for this semester, thank god. i think they went ok... but noone ever knows yet. i don't ever count my chickens before they're hatched. hell, i don't ever count my chickens. one day someone will realise that i am a sham and come in and smash all my eggs. i'll bet my boots on it. i hope i'm dead by then.i have fallen in love with a british literary magazine starting with a Z, it is fantastic and i've been poring over their specialised cryptic crossword called 'crass word' - one down is 'you should ___ it for marriage (rarely followed advice)'. how can you not love a magazine like that? many a 21st is coming up and i am broke. this = not good. i feel icky. ennui, perhaps. not good. all levelled out. i don't know how to describe it. those last five |