London people watching - spying a checkered chello man / Regents Canal walks to the Viktor Wynd Museum of Curiosities and nestled between rubber intimate parts was this book title and dusting butterflies and ‘SUMMER CAN’T LAST’ almost made me cry / wonderful what a bit of silliness can do for the soul - larking about with dear friends in celebration of a second birthday (complete with salted caramel cake and a new sketchbook no less) / comfort of Grandad’s armchair
I can count on one hand the people I’ve been attracted to:
-Viktor Wynd, it is true love
-There was one guy on America’s Got Talent that did a Houdini-esque 1930’s magic routine and I fell in love with him
-this guy in my cult. Anth. class that okay I wasn’t totally attracted to but he looked so beautiful, like an Inuit man who caught the notice of Calvin Klein people and then became a Calvin Klein undies model. I regret never telling him I thought he was beautiful.
- this guy in my sociology class who had to leave school temporarily because his friend died.
-Conan O’ Brien