this side of the blue

was reading A Wild Sheep Chase by Haruki Murakami just now, and this one part, which i liked a lot, really struck a vivid image in my head-

each women has a drawer marked "beautiful" stuffed full of all sorts of meaningless junk. that's my specialty. i pull out all those pieces of junk one by one, dust them off, and find some kind of meaning in them. that's all that sex appeal really is, i think. but so what? what's that good for? there's nowhere to go from there short of stopping being myself.

just wanted to share before i forgot. i always find little things in stuff i read or see, and i mean to use this blog to document it--christ, that's why i opened this blog to begin with--anyway, i always forget!

i have a little tummy ache [damn that McFlurry], so i'm going to continue laying here and reading.