Limestone raping sewer fecal toenail
I've reached the point of ridiculousness where the swear words I know have ceased being adequate. Between conversations about people I don't want to hear about, to details of lives I'm much happier not knowing about, to being audited by the horny 50+ year old man brigade to not knowing what I want to my not relationship, I'm ready for a vacation from me.
In a lot of ways, the time of about a year ago is the worst I can remember. Regular readers of this journal can attest to that, as can pretty much everyone who encountered me then. In some ways, now is worse, because I have no idea what is going on in any regard, instead of knowing more than I wanted to. The more I'm in control of my own life, the more I have none.
At least I have the music of Mr. Tom Waits to scare away some of the demons. Also, Scarlet Johanson's album of all Tom Waits covers is fucking weird. Not that people couldn't have guessed that on their own.
In a lot of ways, the time of about a year ago is the worst I can remember. Regular readers of this journal can attest to that, as can pretty much everyone who encountered me then. In some ways, now is worse, because I have no idea what is going on in any regard, instead of knowing more than I wanted to. The more I'm in control of my own life, the more I have none.
At least I have the music of Mr. Tom Waits to scare away some of the demons. Also, Scarlet Johanson's album of all Tom Waits covers is fucking weird. Not that people couldn't have guessed that on their own.