sprouts and snouts
I love Andre Williams.
My mind is a soggy sponge right now. It's got so many different things coming in that it can't retain anything very well.
I think I am toxic.Could it be the weed, the cigarettes and the tons of sugar?
there are a lot of things to do, but what I really want is to spend a month in the desert on peyote with some attractive guy who wants nothing more than to beat on drums with me, play chase amongst the cacti and step inside of my brain, oh and put his penis inside me.
what can I say? My desires right now are 200% escapist.
I feel bad about my decision to go back to school, but I also feel like I got alot out of it (that I could've gotten elsewhere, had I been more crafty).
A huge part of going back to school in the first place was
1. I had something to prove to myself (that I could commit to something and not quit on it last minute)
2. I felt I needed validation for all of my ideas (which I quickly realized was a piss poor and dumb reason, aside from the fact that all of my ideas have changed a million times over since)
3. I felt defeated and depressed (I'd just had surgery and my ego torn apart by two egomaniacs)
Four years later, I'm kind of just stuck with no real reason. And in debt. But more balanced, and happier, and with an at least 45% successful relationship on my resume (ok, maybe 40%, but that's better than nothing)
gross, huh?
My mind is a soggy sponge right now. It's got so many different things coming in that it can't retain anything very well.
I think I am toxic.Could it be the weed, the cigarettes and the tons of sugar?
there are a lot of things to do, but what I really want is to spend a month in the desert on peyote with some attractive guy who wants nothing more than to beat on drums with me, play chase amongst the cacti and step inside of my brain, oh and put his penis inside me.
what can I say? My desires right now are 200% escapist.
I feel bad about my decision to go back to school, but I also feel like I got alot out of it (that I could've gotten elsewhere, had I been more crafty).
A huge part of going back to school in the first place was
1. I had something to prove to myself (that I could commit to something and not quit on it last minute)
2. I felt I needed validation for all of my ideas (which I quickly realized was a piss poor and dumb reason, aside from the fact that all of my ideas have changed a million times over since)
3. I felt defeated and depressed (I'd just had surgery and my ego torn apart by two egomaniacs)
Four years later, I'm kind of just stuck with no real reason. And in debt. But more balanced, and happier, and with an at least 45% successful relationship on my resume (ok, maybe 40%, but that's better than nothing)
gross, huh?