By a black little wind you were blown.

Mar 16, 2007 16:58



I half want to go on a bike ride and read for class somewhere with an iced coffee and esspresso but I don't want to leave the house. My other half needs and wants to finish setting up my new home but doesn't want to leave my bed. I'm such mess right now, and I'm not thrilled with anything at the moment, even though it's a big change from yesterday. Reoccuring music makes me feel that my life is such. I'm actually suprised - ... I'm not going to explain this, right now.

But I love living alone, its wonderful and as soon as I get everything completely set then I'll be loads better off in a million different ways. My house is perfect and quaint and wants more flowers. But currently I really just feel as if I have sandpaper for insides and my head hurts, and I need an advil. But it won't help. I'm going to go buy back my humanity in the form of labor manifested into clothing. I have so much reading to do. I should go to yoga later but I have to be in bed in like 5 or 6 hours because I work again in the morning - the next 4 mornings in a row.

I'm just asking. Asking asking asking. But there's never any answers. Or I'm just unwilling or unable to comply.

....now where's that advil?

p.s. I still love my shadow (she's riding bikes more often again) and my bike has a new sister. Right now I love the word pasture, and the idea of summer - but its 90 degrees here now and I'm not happy about it yet. I want a lawn.
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