my body went into shock last night.
i won't be stretching my septum, again, any time soon.
anonymous somethings are so much worse.
imagine a million words tied into one sentence.
imagine a thousand thoughts ringing through one action.
how kind of you to share;
my sentiments, exactly.
so let's all burden our friends.
"friends".
there's a list of side-effects.
there's a list of symptoms.
okay, so here's the plan:
hairdye, scissors, nap, well-worded reassurances -
i'm tired of livejournal.
and i'm tired of pants.
i'm going to walk around in underwear from now on.
i had way too many serious conversations, simultaneously, today.
i'm tired of msn, too.
3 days of riding,
1 day of rest,
2 more days of riding,
1 day of rest,
1 day of riding.
i love reading week.
except for when certain individuals come home and ruin my riding plans.
such a double entendre.
this needs to be sorted out.
everything's in perspective now.
thank you.
he'd write down the names of all the overpriced dinner clubs;
pretend that he was interested in cigars and the train in his glass.
she'd drink too many lemon-drop martinis and wear cheap party dresses.
he'd carry her to the car.
and we'll run to get out of the rain.
you can pretend that you're happy.
i'll pretend that i am, too.
except, i really will be.
maybe i'll even believe you for a second;
dwell on it for years.
it'll be every song stuck in my head.
it'll be every reflection on wet pavement.
i'll stitch winter thundershowers into every heavy silence.
you'll forget it ever happened -
but you won't forget the names of the dinner clubs.
floor the pedal.
you're all much too level headed.