Listening to: Matchbox 20
Feeling: eh
I feel weird today, like unattached to my body. Maybe it's the sleep thing, I dunno. I listening to "Back to Good" by Matchbox 20 it always makes me sad.
"Well everyone here has shades of shame. Looking inside we're the same and we are all grown now yeah, and we don't know how to get it back to good."
Ahhh. I'll write more later.
Here's more... Carol just called. We aren't leaving until tomorrow morning. Thank God. I'm too tired to get dressed today. I will use my motto in this situation: "Fuck it."
I love the way that just rolls off my tongue. I'm going to end up living in my dad's basement.
Still More... It's raining today. Overcast and wet and I looked out the window and rabbits were just running around through the flowers. It reminded me of something you'd see on a Hallmark movie. And nothing in my life is like a Hallmark movie nor would I want it to be. All love and mush and tears and mother's hugging their daughters.
usually no one wants to get on but tonight its like the thing to do i guess.
:-p
so, whats up?
im not doing anything but eating burnt french fries [delish]...
and i gotta go again
:-(
im in high demand here.
:-p
If you want to try out, I could send you an Air Pamphlet.
Now I forgot what I came here to say. Something about .... bejeezus?
Hold on, it'll come to me.
oh, it's creamy and corny and you eat it with a spoon and it just looks wrong like it would look the same going in or coming out and I'm just rather particular about food.
yes it didnt work but now it works.
so feel free to click me.
hallmark...ehh i love to hate those movies.
i remember this one about an old man who met a white dog...damn them sentimental bastards.
i am good today my hero.
how are you?
(although i should know since i just read your entry, tell me anyways)
rockonandoutheroVval
After the hair story, there isn't much to know. I'm one of those boring people.
Creamed corn is good, but scares the bejeezus out of me.
I'll have you know I only have three recurring gray hairs and none of them are on my head.
Or was that too much sharing?
I shall Air Mail your Air Application my little Air Tambourinist.