Sometimes i think....that if there was no Dylan...i would never get through any of life's mud-pits...
Through the lovely words of Idiot Wind, One Too Many Mornings, Boots of Spanish leather and I Don't Believe You.....i'm am getting back on my feet...
I'm also going to plan a trip to colorado....
Why?......because i really like fries and ketchup...and i'm fixing to get me some...
I went to the coffee shop today, but there was no Archie. I hope he's alright...i'm actually really worried...
I'll give it another week before i go searching.
But, of course, there was no cards. So instead i scribbled thoughts on a page. And it came out really emo.....
If you can read my writing....you'll see...
tragic i know.....
not the words....but the fact that i wrote them...eww
But whatever. Fuck it. I'm still a little broken hearted, and i'm allowed to be a sobbing fuck...
Tomorrow will be good, cause i'm going out dancing.
And i don't have to work the next morning....so i think i will stay out very late and get up to no good.
Hopefully i will come back with stories to brighten up this wonderful journal.
It bugs me that i don't have my camera anymore....
or else i would replace talking with pictures....
I should get a stupid cheap one for the mean time.
I will look into that and give you better updates...
It's a phase i swear....
I just need to dance again and feel good....
EDIT: Me = not emo!!
[Edited on May 03, 2006 10:17PM]