May 06, 2006 00:05
Just. Got home from work. It's midnight. Fer chrissakes.
The night is becokoning although I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind,
If I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?
I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that’s patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that’s ok cause I sound better then him anyway any day
Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I’ve found it where I’ve found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten.
- Eve 6, "Open Road Song"
I thought that alcohol was just for those with
Nothing else to do
I thought that drinking just to get drunk
Was a waste of precious booze
But now I know that there’s a time
And there’s a place where I can choose
To walk the fine line between self-control,
and self-abuse!
...O alcohol, would you please forgive me?
For while I cannot love myself...
I’ll use something else.
- Barenaked Ladies
I'm too tired to do just about anything besides study. Sorry to all who have been wondering after me... I guess after all the messes I've made I just want to be alone for a while.