Night Crawling

A Sunday night. Usually, this time, at over at my condo, waiting for sleep to come to me. But I'm letting this 2 weeks worth of break stay on my tongue as long as possible so I'm in front of my computer, surfing the ever vast world of cyberspace and downloading songs over Limewire for a big dose of auditory pleasure. I don't wanna think about course card day just yet. There'll be plenty of time for that. Let me have my peace for tonight. RnB and House playing in the background. And I'm realizing I ain't really satisfied with my life right now. My thoughts are so fast on the transit nowadays. I keep thinking about the trivial things and pondering about them leads me to realize that they ain't really trivial. I'm such a mess when I think. I battle with myself everytime when I do and right now, there's a war being waged inside my head by myself and another part of me. Fucking sick if you ask me. I'm like Mr. Bates or something. The mental drama--psycho stuff.

And hunny, you do realize I look super ugly on those pix, right? Everytime we camwhore, we end up with two kinds of pictures. Its either I look ugly or otherwise. You just love using the first kind. Dunno why... Here's a better version.

And just to drive things crazy... A crazy photo manipulation sample.