white paint hands
[18 October, 2004 typed at 1:58 p.m.]

i sumtimes forget, that this diary of mine, is mine, i feel that if i write trivial little two sentenced entries that the readers or the world will go apeshit at me, when that's not the case, i suspect that a short entry would make them happy because there's bugger all to read.....

while waiting for danielle to come over (from work at 5) im reading entries about presents and sleepy boyfriends, in fact im taking a break, from painting the basement (im hoping the white paint stained hands dont stain the keyboard)

music blearing throught out, to keep me amused.....our lady peace's "superman's dead", killing heidi's "i am", alanis' "spineless" and darren hayes' "pop!ular" all ringing through my ears, today is a painting kind of day, dont you think????

away + towards