thinking
Okay so it's 12:30 on a sat morning, formally a fri night, and i'm sitting at home. as per normal. tonight i'd kinda like to be out and about doing somehting silly or at a party, but it's okay. i'm content for the moment, well, perhaps content is too strong a word. resigned is probably closer. living in the middle of nowhere u.s. of a is boring as hell.
"another night alone, riding phone lines to where i want to be, and if i don't get outta here soon . . . dreams allow the escape i crave"
snow is on the ground outside, yet it was warm enough to walk around w/o even the aid of the sweater i bought to go over the sundresses and such i own, b/c i don't have enough money to actually buy warm clothing. such is ks weather, and such is kansas. boring, yet always finding ways to make things difficult. neverending fields sandwich towns of people waiting for something they don't konw of. anyway, i'm done w/ this. buh-bye.
"another night alone, riding phone lines to where i want to be, and if i don't get outta here soon . . . dreams allow the escape i crave"
snow is on the ground outside, yet it was warm enough to walk around w/o even the aid of the sweater i bought to go over the sundresses and such i own, b/c i don't have enough money to actually buy warm clothing. such is ks weather, and such is kansas. boring, yet always finding ways to make things difficult. neverending fields sandwich towns of people waiting for something they don't konw of. anyway, i'm done w/ this. buh-bye.