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Aug 04, 2007 02:52

So...why do I insist on making my life and past sound so inherently tragic sometimes? 
In the first place, it's really not. At all. Nor has it ever been. 
In the second place, everything bad that's happened to me, I have largely contributed to or made worse. Perhaps on purpose, on some really fucked up level. 
Whoopsie.

I...am a bastard coated bastard with bastard filling sometimes. 
And that's just silly.

Last night I dreamed I was the captain of a pirate ship. When I finally woke up I was in mid-conversation with my boyfriend about going to lunch. Then when I realized I was actually awake, I started talking about pirates and forgot all about lunch.

Life is funny. In fact I have at least 25 different laughs that I use on a regular (though subconscious) basis because of that.
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