I have become that which I despise (in the Twitter sense)
I get on Twitter so much I forget I have this thing. I mean, that one's easier to update via mobile phone, after all.
Can we play catch-up? Crispian Glover shouting frantically that he is, "ON AN EGG FARM! I AM ON AN EGG FARM!" John Waters being interviewed/psychoanalyzed on a purple velvet couch in the dusk lighting of Bryant Park. Cooing and clapping for the charming and surprisingly tall Futureheads on four occasions and three locations. (Why does Mr. Hyde have to be romantically attached? I'd be his Mrs. Jekyll any day.) Weighing working on an exploitative B-movie. Losing out on my chance to be featured as the "control group" to freakish types for a Discovery Health Channel show. Trying to lose my belly in time to hit the beach.
Am I happy? Mmm, nah, but less unhappy. Being active and having goals helps, but what would really be fantastarino would be meeting some of those goals, being able to network better, to have some proper gumption and metaphorical balls. If I could really make a go at being successful, I'd give myself a nice pat on the back.
And why does it seem like everyone I meet lately is a Gemini?
Can we play catch-up? Crispian Glover shouting frantically that he is, "ON AN EGG FARM! I AM ON AN EGG FARM!" John Waters being interviewed/psychoanalyzed on a purple velvet couch in the dusk lighting of Bryant Park. Cooing and clapping for the charming and surprisingly tall Futureheads on four occasions and three locations. (Why does Mr. Hyde have to be romantically attached? I'd be his Mrs. Jekyll any day.) Weighing working on an exploitative B-movie. Losing out on my chance to be featured as the "control group" to freakish types for a Discovery Health Channel show. Trying to lose my belly in time to hit the beach.
Am I happy? Mmm, nah, but less unhappy. Being active and having goals helps, but what would really be fantastarino would be meeting some of those goals, being able to network better, to have some proper gumption and metaphorical balls. If I could really make a go at being successful, I'd give myself a nice pat on the back.
And why does it seem like everyone I meet lately is a Gemini?