you watch too many film

i'm on the floor wearing stockings and I love this flat with my entire bloody little heart, mostly because it's december, because it's dark, because it's like a cocoon, i've always loved cocoons, i want to write a novel about a girl in a cocoon. or a boy. (i don't know the details yet)

i feel like not spending the last (yes, it's not even six and i'm already thinking of throwing in the towel of the day..) hours of the day working, but watching movies, so that's what i'm going to do. and have dinner. and not use any caps. so i'm off to the rental place now. yes, i do rent movies. i do. i love paying money for things i might as well could be stealing or streaming somewhere. i love standing in the rental place PICKING. and worth mentioning is that i have a pretty useless mind of decisions, so it always takes me for-evah. literally forever. it was much easier back in bloomsbury where i for a period of time rented sex and the city-episodes daily. one disc/4 episodes a day/£1. i must i admit i miss doing it. having dinner with carrie/samantha/miranda/charlotte in bed. being tired but happy.