spaghetti cat's cradle

no strings attached, jasmin. is that really a bad thing? stop being so paranoid. the stars in your eyes are fading. you can feel it too. that's why you're afraid.

the weekend, by the way, was rather... enlightening. confusing somewhat, but altogether enlightening. it's when you said, under your breath - "what's happening?" that i realised we were walking down the same road. i chose not to answer you because we would then realise that we're both lost. what could be more frightening than that? and i think our giggles were merely there to hide any sort of fear that we had.

i sort of half wish i have lyrics to copy and paste that would describe what's really going on right now. unfortunately i am naturally lazy and even running a search on the Net seems like an awfully big task that i don't have to take up right now.

it's the sort of morning where you sit on the couch with a bowlful of cornflakes [yes someone grocery shopped] with music from your past playing fullblast by the albums. kittie would go first. then maybe a dose of kula shaker. there's got to be oasis. then maybe some manic street preachers. the good old queen of the damned soundtrack. santana and the doors. the morning should last forever, but you're probably going to zonk out halfway through the third song.

life is just a bunch of fancy metaphorical lyrics put together to sound deep and profound. it doesn't really mean anything.