Castle Shima

Anna: Every time I think about this, I'm going to regret it!
William: Oh. Hm. Every time I think about this, I would of have been... happy...
-- from Notting Hill

::: Tower View :::
Filling The Box
I've been procrastinating again. In everything.

At least I finally got around in filling the memory box. Again. I'm really getting tired of doing this, but I collect way too many things.

Pictures of the Italian waterline, fountains, ducks, docks, raves, waves, bamboo gardens, and jewelry were the first to go in. Images of charity walks, the land of Oz, and pianos were put in as well. Even this silly picture of a sponge in a microwave went inside. I had that laying around for sometime.

How I got talked into more rave and trance cds, I will never know, but in they went along with the rest.

Then again, I have no idea why I have these pages on tiramisu, salads, iced coffee, and iced teas. I cant cook for shite and have no explanation for them.

The artwork for tattoo ideas were folded up and had to be slid into the side of the box. I'm amazed the damned things even fit.

The keychains with the toy football and toy soccer ball were slid inside the folds of the fleece blanket I used to keep out. Guess all three arent really necessary any more.

So I put this last set on the top of the stack and closed the box. Back into the recesses of the closet this goes until next time.

I really need to stop being such a packrat. Then again, its just hard to let go of some things.
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::: Background Noise :::
The Man Who Sold The World by Nirvana

For years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazely stare.
We walked a million hills.
I must have died alone
A long, long time ago.
Who knows?
Not me.
We never lost control.
You're face to face
With the man who sold the world.
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When did I lose my sense of purpose?
Can I regain what's lost inside?
Why do I feel like I deserve this?
Why does my pain look like my pride?
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