I'm listening to: Liz Phair - Explain It To Me

The music for Danse Russe is stuck in my head. I hope nobody takes offence, but it's awful thinking about it all the time because it sounds so sombre like it's for a funeral.

I had a lovely day. It was nice hanging out with old pals I hadn't seen in about a month and hadn't really gone out with for way longer, and just being comfortable letting out the boy in me. But not literally, it's not like I'm a hermaphrodite. It reminded me of Kuching. I miss being a real kid and all the stupidly fun shit we used to do. I practically grew up with them (since most of my real growing up took place between 15-17) and they'll always have a special place in my heart, partly for contributing to how screwed up I am today, haha, but really for being steadfast companions and a source of strength throughout that tumultuous period. Though in the past, that's something I could never take for granted.

Hahaha, cool shades. I looked so retarded I just had to crop myself out.