pizza bread from paris baguette
Ttukbokki from street stands
filling up from the inside
- email@example.com: dude
- that is my kakaotalk
- me: ...
- look at these sad periods
- looking so small
- firstname.lastname@example.org: ?
- oh what jean
- me: just like me...
- . . .
- email@example.com: oh come on it has nothing to do with you
- it has to do with my short jeans
- me: oh OH
- firstname.lastname@example.org: singular jeans
- my jean
- me: the right or the left hole?
- email@example.com: right obvs
- me: well, does that mean your left hole is larger?
- firstname.lastname@example.org: of course
- deposit checks
- call verizon
- return ipod to link
- pick up hard drive from linda
- do laundry in order to pack
- buy facewash?
- make dvds?
- write, mail letters
i can’t believe it. i am going to korea. for the first time in 13 years.
- blood brother
- gideon’s army
- if you build it
- the guide
- breathing lessons: the life and work of mark o’brien
- first comes love
- good o’ freda
- running from crazy
- mr. toilet
highly recommend them all. really wanted to see more, but didn’t have enough time. sigh…
last night, i woke myself up sleep-talking. “mo? mo?” (what? what?) was what i was just saying in my dream. i had never caught myself in the act of doing that before. and i rarely remember any of my dreams. but this one—oh my god—i remembered so vividly because i had just been living in it. i hated that i woke up from it… and that i couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard i tried. it was beautiful. the night had fallen and i was tucked so nicely in bed (just like i was in real life—and i wasn’t cold) listening to a guy next to me, this kurt cobain-look-alike (such a pretty, kind face), play his guitar. his bed was right across from mine. i remember thinking, “wow it’s surprising that mom let me share my room with this guy…” because i was still home. ?? lights were off, but i could still see him through the moon light coming in through the window. he did this cheesy guitar move, where you play it from behind the back… but it didn’t look or sound cheesy to me. the song he played on the guitar was actually heart wrenching. ?? i remember feeling so happy in that moment. to be hearing such good live music in bed. and wished that he would never stop being my roommate. once the song was over, he got ready for bed. it was like one of those moments during sleepover, where it’s definitely time for bed, but nobody really wants to go to sleep. i guess he didn’t either. he started talking to me in the dark, but i couldn’t understand anything he was saying.
“mo?” why i asked him in korean is beyond me.
i did listen to erbarme dich before bed that night, which might explain a lot of ??s.