they must engineer these fucking songs in a lab

i don’t normally get this angry but…

after hearing a certain new track once that shall remain nameless (i don’t want to publicise something i hate), dismissing it and never hearing it again, i just spent what felt like two hours dreaming of a fictional gossip-chick-nausea show that i would never even watch on a sick day, with this god-awful track as the backing. on loop.

i feel violated.

Brazil

In Rio, reflecting upon how much my life has changed. This year has been full of travel and excitement, but 2010 will be about planning for the future. I have so many things left to accomplish. It’s a humid pause here while I drink matte and think about it. I hope I can find time for myself, and to continue cataloguing here.