‘You Can Make Anything Sad’, by Spencer Madsen — 4
‘Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage, by Haruki Murakami — 4
‘Walls’, by Andrew Duncan Worthington — 3
‘Even Though I Don’t Miss You’, by Chelsea Martin — 4
Transformers: Age of Extinction — 0.5
V/H/S/2 — 1.5
American Horror Story, season 2 — 4.5
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
I have this very uncomfortable feeling of doing nothing.
Just sitting. Trying to get rid of it. Eating excessively.
Too occupied with myself to leave my apartment, or read a
book, or watch a movie.
I need to have rough sex or get into a fight.
But neither of those things are possible, given my isolation
It’s like restless leg syndrome, only my whole life.
I want to do something insane but I want the insane thing to
be presented to me when I walk into the living room.
I have gotten nothing done and I realize that the true reason
I need to go to a cafe to write is because I can’t masturbate
in a cafe.