how to undo, what yr going to do.
But my faith is like a bullet
My belief is like a bolt
The only thing that lets me sleep at night
A little carriage of the soul
If it starts a little bleaker
Then the year may yet be gold
Happiness is not for keeping
Happiness is not my goal
But what about me
I don’t really see
How things will improve
If all you want is to
love love love love.
im so giddy...insane, CRAZY...i love it...I really can't stop....
its entertaining...for all nearly all..im at work...all the entertaining youngsters are working...i hate days where its just me, lucy, phil, and my crazy boss...its depressing cause they are all like 50+ and yea they have been with the county for years...
today the hip crew is in and were not working TOO hard...i love to hate my job...but really I LOVE MY JOB. for instance, im getting paid to type here. Im working on this really great project, and i get to sit in the back and be creative.....ever since i got promoted my creative time has been dubbed...it sucks.. it comes and goes, i look foward to moments like this... right now im creating a pictoral dewey decimal system guide...its going great.
yesterday was fun....my life has been so fun since started GROWING younger...wooh. I GOT A HAIR CUT, it like revitalized my fashion sense, its changing AGAIN. i re-arranged my room, AGAIN...but this time it was soooo worth it...its like 500x better...serio. SPAZZZZ.
im listening to bob dylan right now, and i cant stop singing out loud..and im a bit timid cause people come by...and i like...hmmm-hmm-hmm...aaha...
belen made a funny... i can hear her talkn on her cell phone, aparently someone is going to mexico and she was like...BRING ME BACK SOMETHING MEXICAN, LIKE ILLEGAL FIREWORKS.....har har har.
BLAZE IT.
i get out in a half hour...im ecstatic!
I was living through the seconds
My composure was a mess
I was miles from tenderness
It was dark outside, the day it was lying in pieces
Everything is flat and dreary
I couldn’t care what’s in the news
Television is the blues
Television is hysterical laughter of people
And I know it could be me
I’m always asking for more
I keep running round in circles
I keep looking for a doorway
I’m going to need two lives
To follow the paths I’ve been taking