I realize the most fun I have posting is when I put it like a list of quotes from smart people. Maybe I feel smarter for it, though they are mostly just vagaries. (url added cause I had to look it up)
Small pleasures to be sure...
Been slowly swirling around the drain. Can't say I haven't enjoyed the ride.
Funny thing about desperation, specifically with me, is I actually do less. I'm anti-desperate. The effect of my desperation is not to wildly go out and feverishly seek, but to deny until it passes. I can swallow a lot of shit.
I hope you aren't looking for a point here. (punctuation pun)
I had this dream again. I was content, life was good. I was loved and worry was something I only did when it was warranted. I'm going to drink so much tonight that I won't have that dream again.
I was seriously about to take-over the world this Saturday. Then I remembered it was my birthday and ate curry.
It's not as if love meant anything other than whatever it means.
I'm going to start an internet radio station. I'm not going to invite just anyone to listen, though. I just miss making mix tapes for people. Maybe I will make them an internet radio station instead.
I don't even remember... shit.... what was it again?
The proper way to forget about someone is to slowly murder them in your mind until the last thing you can remember about them is dancing on their grave. But I'm still standing over your coffee with the poison in my hand, waiting.
Maybe its just noticing the excitement that builds in you that can't be shared, because you are also embarrassed by it. Small, private excitements fill my day and leave me exasperated.
Small pleasures to be sure...
Been slowly swirling around the drain. Can't say I haven't enjoyed the ride.
Funny thing about desperation, specifically with me, is I actually do less. I'm anti-desperate. The effect of my desperation is not to wildly go out and feverishly seek, but to deny until it passes. I can swallow a lot of shit.
I hope you aren't looking for a point here. (punctuation pun)
I had this dream again. I was content, life was good. I was loved and worry was something I only did when it was warranted. I'm going to drink so much tonight that I won't have that dream again.
I was seriously about to take-over the world this Saturday. Then I remembered it was my birthday and ate curry.
It's not as if love meant anything other than whatever it means.
I'm going to start an internet radio station. I'm not going to invite just anyone to listen, though. I just miss making mix tapes for people. Maybe I will make them an internet radio station instead.
I don't even remember... shit.... what was it again?
The proper way to forget about someone is to slowly murder them in your mind until the last thing you can remember about them is dancing on their grave. But I'm still standing over your coffee with the poison in my hand, waiting.
Maybe its just noticing the excitement that builds in you that can't be shared, because you are also embarrassed by it. Small, private excitements fill my day and leave me exasperated.