she's like a human sleeping bag.
so i ended up going out to hamilton. it was all i believed it could be. the snow turned fast to rain, but that was alright, as my mood allowed for such to happen. after some petty relief in making some purchases (a shirt and 4 used cds), i found my way in out of the cold to the dirt mall, the budget mall, the downtown mall. the one with the liquor store there as soon as you come in the main door. walking around in there for some time was rather nice, and less uplifting than it was sad, and therefore comforting. looking around at the lost and confused, i didn't feel so bad about myself. looking at the people so miserable with their jobs, undoubtedly with BIG PLANS for whenever they finished school or their course or got a better apartment or got laid or what, seeing them i felt better about where i was.
right now my background noise is the screaming of delinquent maniacs. i was olaying chess with one, before lunch. for some reason, i keep repeating over and over to everyone i see today; "it's going to be a good day. it's going to be a good day". yes, even with you hanging around, fat jamaican. i was singing all morning, taking requests. what did i start off with? i don't even remember. but i ended up singing 'wish you were here', and got a little misty. a song for the fallen, i suppose. damn.
it's going to be a good day.
of course, tomorrow i go to the girlfriends parents for a bbq.
in frikking november.
the forecast:
5 degrees, mainly cloudy, 30% chance of rain.
100% chance of me getting that "get me the HELL out of here" look on my face after her mom screams at the hyper-active dog for the 5,000th time in the first half hour i'm there.
good grief.
right now my background noise is the screaming of delinquent maniacs. i was olaying chess with one, before lunch. for some reason, i keep repeating over and over to everyone i see today; "it's going to be a good day. it's going to be a good day". yes, even with you hanging around, fat jamaican. i was singing all morning, taking requests. what did i start off with? i don't even remember. but i ended up singing 'wish you were here', and got a little misty. a song for the fallen, i suppose. damn.
it's going to be a good day.
of course, tomorrow i go to the girlfriends parents for a bbq.
in frikking november.
the forecast:
5 degrees, mainly cloudy, 30% chance of rain.
100% chance of me getting that "get me the HELL out of here" look on my face after her mom screams at the hyper-active dog for the 5,000th time in the first half hour i'm there.
good grief.