Swapping the left for the right, uncontrollably hammering colours

[squirmelia]

Heat rash on the right wrist, so wearing the watch on the left. I keep looking at the right and wondering where the watch is, even though it's only a few centimetres away. Both of my arms feel strange, kind of like they're dangling floppily and uncontrollably when I'm walking, because the weight of each is different to what I'm used to.

I just whispered the word "uncontrollably" to myself.

Sometimes I have to choose a colour for something and I get sick of colours, all colours, no matter how many there are, and I hate all of them.

There was a little girl sitting in the front seat on the top of the doubledecker bus, the seat where you can look down at the driver. She kept repeating the word "hammer", but to me it sounded initially like "hubbahubbahubbahubba".

I coloured my hair with a melon-scented pen.

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[stinkfi5t.livejournal.com]

i counted the pavementtiles from the busstop to my house. i lost count around 1148. the embarrassing thing was that i had to go all the way back but then i forgot from which tile i started. so instead i jumped up and down shaking my fist to the sky and then i started laughing at a siamese cat for two minutes straight. i checked my stopwatch. after that i got up and tied my left shoelaces to my right, as punishment. i like the way it makes me walk.
o and i remember melonscented pens. i remember trying to eat them. i remember the chemical taste that got stuck to the top of my mouth all day after my poor chewing effort. i wish i just coloured my hair with it. if i could re-do my youth, that's one of the things i'd do. it's not the same if i'd do it now. it's not the same.

[squirmelia.livejournal.com]

There are actually 3122 pavement tiles. It is a shame you didn't manage to count them all, because the siamese cat counted them and told me how many there were. Tie your right fist to the left side of the sky. Does your mouth still taste of melon-scented pens?