Nov 11, 2006 04:19
I'm never going to be caught up enough to 'figure it all out.' No matter how hard I try to dig my heels into each day. I've got to accept that these supposedly significant blocks of 24 hours are just stills in a badly edited and still growing home movie. I love being young, or at least appreciate that, despite all these awful interludes and doubts, I'm healthy and attractive, surrounded with excitement and potential. Hopefully the idea that physical youth and beauty are the only two irreplacable gifts in life will fade.
I'm feeling too many things in each day. Sober, this would still be mentionable, but being self-medicated it sparks alarm and disappointment.
First Friday night that Sketch and I (while in the same state) haven't spent together in months. I've got a crush on a boy with a bass and bike-covered hands and a head full of acid and no interest in me... but I've got a key to that sexiest of spaces: the Yellow Bike workshop. Wish me luck... whatever you think is appropriate.
The Be Good Tanyas treat me well in any weather.