i don't really know what to do. i just don't want to talk any more. i think i've been talking nonstop for the past year or so and i'm sick of it.

in truth, i am a being both of habit and of change. i have randomly noticed this over the past week, and really writing can be quite cathartic; i don't know why i don't do it more often. well that's not technically true, but let's continue anyways ( Read more... )

my bed is way too hard for me to consistently sleep even though i'm exhausted. ugh. well, plus i wanted to see what heather would write tonight ( Read more... )

the notwist ( Read more... )

HI. here's something vaguely amusing that i found.

( would you! )

> > > 30 days from today, cell phone ( Read more... )

i will not be responding to text-based communications for a while. if you have a phone, you should probably have my number by now. if not, maybe ask one of my ljfriends, they probably have it.

later.

and every time you cry i'll cry for you
then all these fields will turn into mud
and every time you smile i'll smile for you
in my dreams it goes this dubious day
waiting a year hereafter.

all in all... it's gonna be okay, i think.

even though i'm going to have a TERRIBLE day at work tomorrow. or today, as it were.

i don't know either.

I had seven faces
Thought I new which one to wear
But I'm sick of spending these lonely nights
Training myself not to care
The subway is a porno
The pavements they are a mess
I know you've supported me for a long time
Somehow I'm not impressed

i'm a strange one, i am.