James Jean, me, and my lost plot

Oh waiting is the hardest part...


So please please please let me get what I want...


Like listening to I am the walrus, when I'm not the walrus.

this above paragraph pretty much summarizes my life...
or,
Je ne sais pas quoi faire....

I wish life wasn't life, and death wansn't death.


and only the things that mattered to you, mattered...


I dislike this blog very much.

and when did "not like" equate "dislike"


I don't like this, does not mean I dislike this. it could mean simple indifference.


I don't like, but I don't dislike, I'm just not in like at all.


but I am. and this is ridiculous.


I wish I was a 29 year old woman, in a black dress and wearing pearls.


not really.

I wish I could choose the time and place to be a perfectionist.

I need to stop thinking about life for a while.


It's making me feel stupid, and uncreative, and small.

I just want to be wanted by you...

yes just..

dreamless sounds good...

I want to go to Provence and Santorini, right now...


and I want to write a sentence without the word "I" in it.

I am so not dancing in the moonlight.


okay here we go: how do you catch a squirrel?... ... You act like you are nuts.

I can't spell squirrel. Yes I still can't.


I need to get a grip... ...

I wish I was in Iceland, beneath the starlight, accompanied by Sigur Ros...

Arthur: Normality? We can talk about normality until the cows come home.

Ford: What is normal?

Trillian: What is home?

Zaphod: What're cows?


Oh life, I like you, do you like me?