To be perfectly honest, I don’t know how to feel. It’s very weird.
There is nothing really wrong with me except that I’m feeling better than I have been in years and all things considered, it was a highly unlikely circumstance even six weeks ago.
Please don’t ask me what happened cuz if I knew what did happen, I would’ve told you earlier.
The world, however, does go round without me changing mammalian preferences so we’ll do the other shits first.
I found a great retrograde poster collection from Anti Tank Project. I love their stuff but I don’t know anyone there. You might say that I’m just being highly unstable these days. Whatever.
I called Olive, prolly was a drunk dial for I really had no good reason to call. Nothing seems to make sense much these days. She’s usually good with making sense of stuff. Of course, I didn’t actually call. She didn’t actually pick up and we didn’t actually chat.
I went to see Big Sis. First time in a long while and she wasn’t home but I saw the Little Troubles. Lovable as always but they’re bigger now. I wrote her an email, I think. First ever. Not sure if she gets what I wanted to say. Not even sure if I said what I wanted to say but at least I tried.
I should’ve done it years ago.
Vi took me out to Dragonfly but I was too sick to even get into it. She was pissy as well and she didn’t ask why but I think she’d known why. Fuck it. We’re not kids. I wasn’t into it and I wanted to sit somewhere and read lines to the moon. Fuck it. It’s my night.
You do what you do, the rest of it, you keep the world from freaking you out.
Do you remember how to feel good?
I do.
I don’t date rodents anymore.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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