...and we're back to can't sleep.

being a girlfriend
is like sitting next to the hottest guy in class who happens to have a crush on you;
sure the flirt helps pass the time in honors organic chemistry,
but all the girls want to put gum in your hair
plus you have twice the homework.

let's just say
i would be hard pressed
to design a day
where my time was wasted more than this.

i spent more time planning my suitcase
than she spent thinking about what was supposed to be a four day situation.

a series of unfortunate events
a biopsy turned into minor surgery
minor surgery turned into three weekends
restricted from any kind of travel
which includes seeing me

go ahead and confirm all those bad thoughts you've ever had about me
but
without the bread
all that filling is just a
poorly prepared salad

constantine, with keanu reeves (sp?) is playing in my korean cable right now.
you don't have to get it, but it's the closest i've gotten to home since i've been here.
at this moment, i miss my sewing machine a little less.

remember back in high school when ( Read more... )

"...you don't have to say that you'd love to
but baby, please, that you'd want to
some day..."

you've gotta listen.
i promise.

interpol's new album
puts my _______ side at it's home
and although i am not entirely proud
of the company
my shadow is in understanding companionship
un-lonely
if only while i play
on repeat
and push the button
push the button
push the button
push the button
push the button
push the button

today's got that
only-eat-macaroons-and-chocolate-pastries-all-day
kind of feel.

sounds like a yuck tomorrow.

in the next life
i want to come back as
every instrument owen pallet plays