... wear an ugly tank top and pull arm warmers up to shoulders? CZECH.
i have become mildly-obsessed (no need to rise my personal terror alert quite yet) with this ridiculous website, the fancy. the concept is to install a plug-in on your internet browser which you can use to click on products/images/etc. that you...FANCY. it's essentially a facebook like, and pointless...until i realized i am periodically emailed discounts to products/online shops if i "fancy the right one at the right time". i won't be doing any of that anytime soon, especially since i was robbed last week, but it's essentially a pointless new toy for me - especially since one of my obsessions is compiling lists of all sorts. moments ago, i fancy'd the following:
and i couldn't be more pleased. it would look horrific on me, and i would wear it as much as humanly possible. fart.
more unexplained nervousness than usual is swimming record-breaking laps inside my chest, further taking up the room i need for my vital organs. fuck. i am looking forward to this weekend. i hope to see a few people in particular. i hope not to creep people out with my strange ways of showing affection and appreciation for their existence. i am weird; maybe too weird. i need a lot of companionship and a lot of alone time, which doesn't always make sense. i rarely make sense of my needy needs and cannot explain them very well to the people that should know/deserve to understand. obstacles, what are those?
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you mad, bro?