December 2009
10 posts
listening to "Pictures Of You - The Cure" →
It’s been a Cure kind of day.
no context theater
…and I really HATE the fact that the only outlet I have is a fucking keyboard (A FUCKING KEYBOARD), plus WAY too many hours of solitude and too many nights of Channel Ceiling.
But wait, that’s not all, you’ll also get 2 extra weeks of solitude at No Extra Cost! And as a bonus, we’re throwing in a bunch of holidays and your birthday to really fuck it all up! Now how does...
I guess...
I guess I’m supposed to be responsible.
I’m supposed to eat at 6, watch TV at 7 and retire to bed at 10. I’m supposed to be a good little wife, make dinner and have little kids and be motherly. I’m NOT supposed to swear like a trucker, talk about inappropriate things, stay out till all hours or dance like I’m still single. But I do. I would rather be dead than to...
and so it begins…
As I plummet into the depths of my thoughts, I realize that in doing so, in such a format, I’m also taking you on the ride with me. This is not so much a place for me to share in order to receive feedback, as it is an exploration for me. I feel that a good portion of my insanity of the last 2 years is directly related to the thoughts that fill all the crevices in my mind. Whether they be...