My little house on Memory Lane
Today I thought about being a music librarian and gave a shot at organizing my room, and thought it a cute little analogy to what I'm trying to do with my life, a thought solidified when I realized I had nowhere to put the stacks of books I pulled out of all the dusty little corners. Thoughts thoughts thoughts, I could mind to have less sometimes. Three in a sentence isn't attractive.
I'm sick of things falling, I'm sick of me realizing everything for a second time a week late, I'm sick of things rising, and as Gainax put it, "God bless the life of the unemployed." Saying "fuck me" is too easy, I'm not that little kid anymore. I've got too many thank yous and not enough your welcomes to give. Some lady named Soñia better be working at Kohl's tomorrow because she's my ticket to getting hired. I owe Tina three roses. I owe myself a kick in the ass. I'm going to start studying jazz guitar, doing my homework and working my way outta this crack in the window.
I'm sick of things falling, I'm sick of me realizing everything for a second time a week late, I'm sick of things rising, and as Gainax put it, "God bless the life of the unemployed." Saying "fuck me" is too easy, I'm not that little kid anymore. I've got too many thank yous and not enough your welcomes to give. Some lady named Soñia better be working at Kohl's tomorrow because she's my ticket to getting hired. I owe Tina three roses. I owe myself a kick in the ass. I'm going to start studying jazz guitar, doing my homework and working my way outta this crack in the window.