stay in front of the storm.
today was warm and i got to open my sunroof and windows. and this is why i was happy today.
damage control.
sometimes when you think far too much in your head you start to become bitter. since i'm only a fan of bittersweet, i'm going to just rattle of the contents of a few thought-bullets i've been firing towards random observed people today and tack on the sweet to my almost bitter.
1. there is no good that comes from "saying it to a [person's] face."
2. i bet you failed philosophy.
3. people aren't going to just hand you things you ask for because you think you're awesome. especially if you only display an attitude of self-centeredness and not appreciation or gratitude.
4. doing "grown-up" things does not guarantee you dignity.
5. please move. please move. please move.
6. we're called humans. surprise! you are one, too.
7. please fall flat on your face tomorrow night. (to: wendy pepper)
phew. that feels a little better. and a little bit like a waste of my time. le sigh.
everything i've written today starts with "when." it's one word i can't seem to get rid of these days. and/or my hand is just used to writing it.
showers have become my new additional therapy. typing doesn't seem to be one at all anymore. but needed all the same. less typing, more showering. more staring at the ceiling after more showering. at least i smell nice.
fourmoredays. that's nice, too.
you're an ass.
love.
r.
damage control.
sometimes when you think far too much in your head you start to become bitter. since i'm only a fan of bittersweet, i'm going to just rattle of the contents of a few thought-bullets i've been firing towards random observed people today and tack on the sweet to my almost bitter.
1. there is no good that comes from "saying it to a [person's] face."
2. i bet you failed philosophy.
3. people aren't going to just hand you things you ask for because you think you're awesome. especially if you only display an attitude of self-centeredness and not appreciation or gratitude.
4. doing "grown-up" things does not guarantee you dignity.
5. please move. please move. please move.
6. we're called humans. surprise! you are one, too.
7. please fall flat on your face tomorrow night. (to: wendy pepper)
phew. that feels a little better. and a little bit like a waste of my time. le sigh.
everything i've written today starts with "when." it's one word i can't seem to get rid of these days. and/or my hand is just used to writing it.
showers have become my new additional therapy. typing doesn't seem to be one at all anymore. but needed all the same. less typing, more showering. more staring at the ceiling after more showering. at least i smell nice.
fourmoredays. that's nice, too.
you're an ass.
love.
r.