A quiet moment, with no boss, no phones,

and some reasonably fresh folgers.

Do you guys (that have been there) ever have moments when you are homesick for Great Britain? I know that sounds a little weird...but every so often, I feel this way. It's like, over there, the light is different, the flowers are different, and the tea tastes better. It's combined for me with the smell of vanilla and the idea of walking in the rain, and not trying to hurry out of it. Of looking at the sea because its just there to look at, not because you are on an american vacation at the beach with chairs and heat and sand toys and sunscreen. Of charity shops and music and modernity, in all its heathen glory. Of broken people and carefully arranged cupboards.

Americans are so weird. SO WEIRD. And this country just doesn't hold back, it just blares and blares and is so f-ing in your face all the time. It's so wrong, in so many ways, and so anti-god, with it's self-entitled attitude and constant, ever-present fear. Americans are dominated by fear... don't ever let anyone tell you different.

Not that the UK is better. But you know how it is, sometimes you get a wanderlust, for anywhere but here.

I would just like a garden, please, instead of my yard.

It's saturday....

And lord if I'm not lonely and bored as hell. Irregardlessly.

Earlier today I watched my brother's face, as he stared up at his computer, mixing a song he tracked yesterday.

He had the same look on his face he had when he was 5 years old, building a cardboard box garage for his matchbox cars. So concerned, so intense.

He is just so precious. I guess seeing that look on his face probly made my day worthwhile. Even if I did fail at other significant social interactions and friend-building. Even if I did read AND work on a painting. And write a blog! Oh god its worse than i thought.

this is a test:

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Damn i wish I knew stuff about the internet.