"All I want is to be loved!"

She screamed it. She sounded so wretched. It's 1.30 in the morning and I'm happily burning past the midnight oil.
I hear this crash. It's coming from next door.

"I hate you!! I hate you!!"

She can't seem to scream it loud enough. My neighbour. She sounds terrifying. I picture her when I greet her in the hallways or when we catch the lifts together. I'm kinda scared hearing all this yelling and screaming. He sounds quite calm in all this. Her voice sounds ruined. Vocal cords stretched and raw from screaming.

I wonder what she's destroyed in her home. All this heaviness. I picture their son. He seems too young to be listening to all this.

All this screaming and yelling, lights crashing to the floor. It leaves me feeling empty and sad. Memories of my own parent's domestics. Even worse is the uneasiness in the silences.

You know why? Because you hang out with them coconuts on the corner. You hang around with coconuts, you get nowhere. They’re lemons!
Hang out with nice people, you get nice friends.
Hang out with smart people, you get smart friends.
Hang out with yo-yo people, you get yo-yo friends.

hmm... having difficulties posting with blogger since getting the macbook. For some reason, I don't have all the options I used to have. Maybe it's my browsr. But will continue to soldier on. I've been preoccupied with trying to pimp my macbook. My work environment is pretty unergonimical at the moment. I'm still waiting on an external keyboard and monitor which should be coming in a few weeks. Anyway, I've started messing with photoshop and hoping to play around with comics and text. I have a few ideas starting to tinker and tap in my head that needs work. Tomorrow I think I might head to life drawing for practice.

Currently watching Rocky. Yeah ROOOCKKKY!!! Fedora and fingerless gloves never looked so good. Slyverstor Stallone is definitely underated.


Mick: You had a chance to become a good fighter, but instead you became a laybreaker for a second rate loanshark!"
Rocky: "It's a livin'..."
Mick: " - it's a waste of life!"

Adrian: Why do you wanna fight?
Rocky: Because I can't sing or dance.

We might as well

Listening to Keane makes me melancholy. I'm glad I found their music. It's money.
Lyrics seem to sink quite deeply.

Full moon last night. Leaves me feeling worried.

Feeling strangely tired, so I might go to sleep now.