hippie death plague vs. rosie round two FIGHT
Ow the lungs they do not work.
The past three days have been full of unabashed eye contact and I am severly noticing the lack of intimateinteresting conversation even though its wellspring has only be absent for nearly 24hrs now. I love getting visits from captivating people.
Aimee's outside waiting, am I going to sleep tonight? Maybe.
06:35am departure from BWI means leaving Arlington in the middle of the quietest part of the night. Traveling at ridiculous times is the best. Traveling at all is the best, except when it means leaving.
I don't take over-the-counter drugs unless I really feel like it, which isn't very often. So when I do take them they make me amusingly disoriented. Anti-pain medication is weird. I remember Nicole talking in Mexico about the ways society teaches people to be afraid of pain. So many things I learned in Mexico have been echoing long after they've passed and it really makes me want to go back.
(It's time to decide [oooh], we make it or we die, it's tiiiiime to deciiiide, we make IT or we die ... We're going down in smoke and flames, we're gooooing down & there's no one to blame.)
For the record, I'm sick of just existing. It only took, what, two months? I'm suprised it lasted that long. Time to stop playing these day-job games and get back into things I actually care about.
The past three days have been full of unabashed eye contact and I am severly noticing the lack of intimateinteresting conversation even though its wellspring has only be absent for nearly 24hrs now. I love getting visits from captivating people.
Aimee's outside waiting, am I going to sleep tonight? Maybe.
06:35am departure from BWI means leaving Arlington in the middle of the quietest part of the night. Traveling at ridiculous times is the best. Traveling at all is the best, except when it means leaving.
I don't take over-the-counter drugs unless I really feel like it, which isn't very often. So when I do take them they make me amusingly disoriented. Anti-pain medication is weird. I remember Nicole talking in Mexico about the ways society teaches people to be afraid of pain. So many things I learned in Mexico have been echoing long after they've passed and it really makes me want to go back.
(It's time to decide [oooh], we make it or we die, it's tiiiiime to deciiiide, we make IT or we die ... We're going down in smoke and flames, we're gooooing down & there's no one to blame.)
For the record, I'm sick of just existing. It only took, what, two months? I'm suprised it lasted that long. Time to stop playing these day-job games and get back into things I actually care about.