Dec 31, 2004 15:38
Ok, to my freinds that i have hung out with since i have been back from grand rapids, i feel i have to share this news with you. i have come down with the worst soar throat i have ever experienced along with harsh fatigue. this soar throat is unusual becuase it has swollen to the point where i can not speak, let alone swollow down any pills that i have been given. i've been to two doctors so far, one says they think it's mono and the other says a serious case of strep. so for those i may have shared a smoke or two with, please take care of yourself. i apologize deeply for putting you guys at risk. this is certainly something i don't want any one to go through. i take a mono test next week if my symptoms don't clear up. we'll know for sure then.
wow just keep throwing dirt on my buried alive casket.
anywho ill be home for new years now. as i had an inclining that i would be...
Where have I been all your life?
Sitting on fences, a novocaine for all the senses.
Another year will pass us by.
Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
Another stupid clumsy story.
More accidental aspirations.
Another explosion of silence.
I think I'm going deaf, or maybe I'm just hearing less.
This year I'll try to only listen to myself.
This year I'll try not to think too much.
This year I'll try to stand up for myself.
This year I'll live like I've never lived before,
this is my year for sure.
I wonder where you'll be bringing in the new year.
As midnight clocks are singing,
good chance I'll be slobbering somewhere. (just drooling on myself becuase it hurts so much to swollow.)
Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
Wake up knowing you'll never be there.
I've got 100 resolutions, but I've got no solutions.
I've got one song I write 100 times.
And only a dozen or so rhymes.
This year I'll try not to drink so much.
This year I'll try to stand up straight.
This year let's live liked we've never lived before,
this is our year for sure.
so yea, thanks the lawrence arms for letting me be cliche.
once again my freinds, my deepest apologies, take care of yourselves.
the excremented fiend,
ryan