basically

i don't blog.

but fuck it. might as well. never know, hundred years from now someone might understand this shiiiite, seeing as i don't. anyway, just decided a blog would be a nice way to sort things out. one of those pillow-talk thoughts i suppose...only for bitter singles. so yeah. read at your own risk i suppose.

comme des garcons, yohji yamamoto and issey miyake. why do japanese designers always use flats instead of heels? i mean is it part of their culture that a stiletto isn't allowed? even in paris? oh i don't know. what i do know is, a good heel makes me tingle inside.

sure that isn't what this blog is about. i think. ideas are growing here. the world's first fashion/emo whining blog. who am i? bi-polar madame bijoux? who am i to say it's the first of it's kind either?

ok seriously though. the mind is so confusing. especially where "liking" people is involved. it's as if it doesn't want us to be happy. you hate the guy that likes you, you want the guy you can't have, treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen. whoever decided to accept those as stereotypical relationship situations needs a slap. i mean, ugh. you like someone, then you dont, and thats great because you werent meant to like them in the first place, then fate goes and pulls one on you and skadoosh. you like them. i don't even know what triggered it. spending more time together? getting to know them even more, as if it were possible? the possibility that they might feel the same? desperation?

don't know. it's up to him. the ball is firmly out of my reach in his court. what i do know is...those bingo ads on tv are so annoying.