Listening to: waste of Paint- Bright Eyes
Feeling: alright
I'm hooked on Bright Eyes. There music has me.
"Theres kids playing guns in the street
and ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put up my hands,
said enough is enough,
if you walk away, I'll walk away
and he shot me dead.
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
Melissa is leaving. I'm sad. I'm not happy. I'm very happy.
Until tomorrow then,
Your Neighborhood Superman
I haven't checked in in awhile, and for that I apologize. It appears as though you're in the same rut as I am, but tides will pass and although it seems arbitrary, it's really governed by the moon's gravitational pull.
Who'd have thunk it?
Just don't get the salt in your eyes; it's not pleasant at all.