there are two things in life that i have an absolute love-hate relationship with. chiclets and cigarettes. and those two things i never seem to get enough of. the chiclets, i love, because of the sugar and the exact way i eat them. purple to green to yellow to orange to red. and the cigarettes because its portable comfort. cigarettes, i also hate, because people critisize me and they're unhealthy. and the chiclets because they're unhealthy and i can get more addicted to them than anything else. they make me feel powerless.
my one personal rebellion; i refuse to clean my room until i can get stoned and do it. there is no better way to easily and expertly express myself than to put my shit exactly the way i want it. it's refreshing and revitalizing. and however bizarre, to me, it's physical art.
the only piece of home decore that i like outside my room in my house is a table lamp. it's absolutely hidious. the base is a large ceramic rectangular prism with brown and yellow flowers on it. the shade is an off white and browning from old age. but the light it emits is the warmest aura i can physically see. we've had that old lamp in my house since before i was born, and it has never moved from its spot on the bookshelf in the old living room. its never switched on anymore, which keeps the good memory of an oblivious toddler running around the room with her sister and her imagination preserved. that is, until every once in a while, i switch it on and that little notion of warmth sparks in my head. and no matter how much i want to take it with me when i move out, i know my parents will never move from this house. it will stay here so when i visit i can switch it on and remember my small life.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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