Jun 08, 2006 10:23
that means i've popped 5 tires and counting in my driving career.
i got in an aweful rut towards the end of last night
i'm feeling better after a good sleep
but i'm still in no mood for wrestling skeletons
or owning up to hypocrisy, even just with myself
bah. what a drag. oh, fickle heart, i get swung so around when i don't have pot. no, let's not even begin to think what that sentence implies. i was foolish enough to see my coming weeks and simple easy and the embodiment-to whatever extent the future can be the embodiment of something-of contentment. everything is way to complex for that. and frightening. i'm terrified, if you want me to be perfectly honest