damonsellars

I was bored and stressed today. So I chose to take a sight seeing tour through the members of SuicideGirls. I skipped through the friends list of a bunch of random people, using this weird daisy chain of association to get to totally unrelated people.

I stopped for a long time on the journal entries for daze. Something about the guy's outlook was strangely fascinating. It was so very Zen in an odd way.

I'm always impressed by calm people and genuinely happy people. Being twitchy, insecure, and awkward, I've always wished I could emulate such behavior.

Counting Crows is playing on my oversized headphones. I love sad songs. There's a enough angst in the world, enough pretensious melodrama and people pouting about their depression. But songs about pure joy and pure sadness tap into something much more primal for me.

I have a bottle of liquor I intend to drink tonight. There is a cat in heat in my house mewling at a frequency which aggravates me. I should be editing my novel so I can get it sent back to the woman trying to get me an agent. I feel like all these things should add up into something if I just knew how to fit the puzzle pieces together.

I have rambled. Now I am done.