*nod* same here, now at the moment me and love seem to be both pretty damn negatively charged. anything remotely like it comes near and i push it away with my super cool forcefield of bitterness.
yes.. buttermilk.. or yogurt, whatever... i don't think i could resist.
everyone who's company i've enjoyed.. time has always corroded that down to nothing, always finding a way to rip out my heart.
i think we set standards way too high just because we want something "different".
poor us and wanting an abnormal (i.e. good) relationship.
Yeah...worse is when you go to work on 4 hours of sleep swearing you're still slightly drunk with wet shoes because you had to wash the puke off them you didn't notice you'd gotten on their the night before...that would really suck.
until you become a hangover zen bastard then you shall suffer...seek shelter in the pain and become one with the suffering, then you shall enjoy bliis in the dry morning of the spinning bathroom and master the secrets of the universe...
I KNOW YOU USED TO LIVE IN SANTA CRUZ.......SO WHEN YOU COMING BACK DONT YOU MISS IT HERE.......IM DOING GOOD IN THESE PARTS HOW ABOUT YOU WHATS BEEN GOING ON WITH YOU BESIDES THE HANGOVER I HAD ONE THE OTHER DAY AND I REALIZED WHY I DONT LIKE THEM BUT I LOVE TO DRINK SO YOU WIN SOME YOU LOSE SOME....OH WELL