I wish my mom would meet a nice man who liked to drive her places
This is the best I've felt in a while.
It's like a breather.
If just for a little while.
Or maybe it really was just missing the sun.
Nothing really makes it better.
Except for the sun...
of course.
It's 6 and the sun is still shining. Ah, lovely lovey.
So, as much as I'd LOVE 12 hours of daylight.. everyday.. it seems as though my stay in Chicago shall extend to the length of time it takes to procure a college degree.
Because I'm not waiting anymore.
I'm not paying out of state fees.
I'm sure as fuck not going to live anywhere else in Illinois.
So, winter vacations will be NECESSARY. No pretending. No fantasies.
Just get that fucking degree.
(Or 2. {maybe 3})
Since I wouldn't be me without the constant bemoaning of a love potential, well, here it comes.
I've liked a guy for a while. I don't want to. but I hear his voice or look into his eyes and I'm nothing but puddy. He has shown a potential interest in me. Or at least I can sense that he would bang me until we collapsed near death, given the opportunity.
But that's the thing, as always, There's another lady. But except, maybe not?
I should avoid him though.
He'd be bad for me.
And maybe that thing I don't see isn't like, but disgust. Isn't that fucked up? That I can't tell the fucking difference?
Is hate that close to love?
Shrug.
As much as I want to get it on the steady, oh, man, do I want it on the steady, I'm going to be prudent and focus on myself right now. I still got to get myself back to my standard. Hopefully beyond. I'm going to join and gym.. or yoga. Something where I can do my own physical therapy, after a decent amount of instruction.
I've quit smoking. Now it's about maintaining. I think I'll be OK. I'm always so fucking healthy in the summer. I want a cigarette right now. But I know as soon as I light it up I'll regret it.
I'll just stick to that whacky.
Though, maybe in a lesser quantity. . ... Maybe.
I like dirty music.
It's like a breather.
If just for a little while.
Or maybe it really was just missing the sun.
Nothing really makes it better.
Except for the sun...
of course.
It's 6 and the sun is still shining. Ah, lovely lovey.
So, as much as I'd LOVE 12 hours of daylight.. everyday.. it seems as though my stay in Chicago shall extend to the length of time it takes to procure a college degree.
Because I'm not waiting anymore.
I'm not paying out of state fees.
I'm sure as fuck not going to live anywhere else in Illinois.
So, winter vacations will be NECESSARY. No pretending. No fantasies.
Just get that fucking degree.
(Or 2. {maybe 3})
Since I wouldn't be me without the constant bemoaning of a love potential, well, here it comes.
I've liked a guy for a while. I don't want to. but I hear his voice or look into his eyes and I'm nothing but puddy. He has shown a potential interest in me. Or at least I can sense that he would bang me until we collapsed near death, given the opportunity.
But that's the thing, as always, There's another lady. But except, maybe not?
I should avoid him though.
He'd be bad for me.
And maybe that thing I don't see isn't like, but disgust. Isn't that fucked up? That I can't tell the fucking difference?
Is hate that close to love?
Shrug.
As much as I want to get it on the steady, oh, man, do I want it on the steady, I'm going to be prudent and focus on myself right now. I still got to get myself back to my standard. Hopefully beyond. I'm going to join and gym.. or yoga. Something where I can do my own physical therapy, after a decent amount of instruction.
I've quit smoking. Now it's about maintaining. I think I'll be OK. I'm always so fucking healthy in the summer. I want a cigarette right now. But I know as soon as I light it up I'll regret it.
I'll just stick to that whacky.
Though, maybe in a lesser quantity. . ... Maybe.
I like dirty music.