27 years

and i've got nothing, (no really, NOTHING,) to show for it.

that shit's about to change STAT.

i've got words but i can't speak

they say that i'm a caveman
but i don't think that's right
i just want a cavewoman
to keep me warm at night
i just want to succeed
and make my momma proud
they say that i'm a caveman
i don't know what that's about...

even-keeled
and well-paced
and adult-like

and boring.

answers (please)

i hate-love crunch time. i am a glutton for punishment.

i should have been born 60 years ago. true story.

god bless yesterday.

amen.

i am relatively certain that i bombed my first law school final. (and i am not the kind of person who always thinks/assumes i did poorly on an exam. i am normally pretty spot-on in my assessment of exam performance.)
weak sauce.
really fucking weak sauce.

oh sure, i'm more productive alright...
but my shallowness (pretty sure that's not a word) has exploded like a makeshift meth-lab.
i'm all twisted up like a 'g' clef.
i need more power chords in my life.

he is just a politician... i know, i know, his skin is darker than any president's skin has ever been before, and that IS encouraging.... and boy can he talk. (seriously, thank god.)

but gay people still can't get married. (WTF. don't get me started.)

and he's still just a politician.

and all that's there
all that's ever been there
is songs.
still.