n'est pas

I finally bothered to learn how the self-timer works on my camera. There is no stopping me now.



I was going to say today had a soundtrack, that waking up to the opening song of Charade was nice and stopping at a redlight to Animal Collective was nice and driving home to Lola was nice and it all seemed somehow pointed, but I am tired and something akin to frowning-
and what, what.