so i drive around in circles not wanting to go home but not wanting to be here or there or really anywhere. listening to music too loud and singing far too loud for my voice to hold. trying terribly hard to not be needy and wanting my hat terribly bad. so I will drive in circles, can`t go too far... the car will die.
I got a hat.... with it came this strange over powering feeling of independence... it might have been that I sat for 12 hours straight in it watching katharine hepburn movies with women wearing pants but I`d like to hope it`s just the hat. tis brown. I don't think I need anymore, on acount of the hat, of course