Drift, drift, drift.
Too bad you couldn't feel life sliping by (in a kinesthetic sense)...
I caught a glimpse at my reflection when I was walking into my apartment building... It was me, but not like I've seen me in a while. I seemed like I'm looking forward for something undesireable to happen... It's hard to describe.
Hopefully 9am (ugh) football tomorow (/today) will hurt enough to keep me from thinking "violence might be interesting/fun" stuff...
Too bad you couldn't feel life sliping by (in a kinesthetic sense)...
I caught a glimpse at my reflection when I was walking into my apartment building... It was me, but not like I've seen me in a while. I seemed like I'm looking forward for something undesireable to happen... It's hard to describe.
Hopefully 9am (ugh) football tomorow (/today) will hurt enough to keep me from thinking "violence might be interesting/fun" stuff...
this is a generic message to all of the people on my friends list. I have reached the point where I must accept the slackass nature of myself and accept that I will never respond to each person who told me happy birthday individually. so...this is like a memo.
if you told me happy birthday; thank you. IRL, no one did outside of family...so y'all just rocked my socks.
if you didn't tell me happy birthday...well. fuck off.
xoxox
wil