today I learnt that my first exposure to performance art was thanks to julius foo in kindergarten.
today I did not need relearn that I in fact, still don't fucking understand performance art.
today the cher showed us people tugging at and dancing with wooden planks.
my pimple flared up.
and the next lesson took 26 minutes to start.
Is October a nice month? you bet.
Is October a wet month? I didn't expect.
There was a little dog snuggled up onto my face this morning, and it was soft smol dog.
The things love do to people, and that strange, strange feeling, somewhat nostalgic of last October.
I was supposed to be rejected by a random odaiba guy, and I was supposed to find another one to latch onto and fall in love or some sort of consumeristic romance story that lands me once again in the "what the fuck are you doing, are you dumb?" series of life event narrations that I may one day be able to tell my children or if technology evolves enough, my grandchildren.
How is it? I don't know. I watch old videos of kimura takuya and accidentally finding myself thinking "mnz looks like him" and I die a little inside.
I look forward to dinner because nissin decided to create godsend cup rice with enough protein as placebo.
I look forward to dinner.