biscuit's dreaming; clouds above its head

23/02 Mon + 23/02/26 Tues | gunk + ink toner   cleaned out the disgusting yellow liquid that accumulated at the bottom of the fridge. i feel like throwing up. i have lite germaphobic tendencies. my stomach is CHURNING! What the fuck is wrong with this fridge? i realize i probably shouldnt leave the broccoli in the fridge in an area where the bleach fumes can reach it. today i'm playing catch up with my responsibilities while still sort of easing in. its a soft working day. tonight i plan to walk around and write lyrics. this week will be a little bit busy. work starts and i'll have to start recording my hours down again, decide on an office space. i wanted to take another professional staff photo with my blonde hair but i can't remember how i booked the services last time and besides i'm not very pleased with how i look at the moment weight-wise. starting my grueling two meals a day routine as well - everybody's doing it, its normal! cereal at 11am, broccoli, sausag...

    22/02/26, Sun | Off the Interislander i want to sort of revive this blog as a sort of grounds for infrequent journalling. this may just be like a halfhearted impulse after just finishing reading laura jane grace's autobiography - I want to leave a trail of momentary records in the chance I forget what kind of person I am! I won't let myself forget the perverse, bitter and passive aggressive thoughts that make up myself - moments of joy also permitted. I thought of physical journalling as a first instinct - I've only ever filled a small little book with a leather cover - which I believe I reserved most often for shitty sketches - many self portraits in pen. some drawings from said journal are archived in a previous post I believe. I don't really actually like writing with pen. My handwriting - chicken scratch and scrawl. I then remember I have this site, and the convenience of a keyboard. So I sacrifice a bit of privacy - the only course of corrections I must steer m...