I'm sitting around waiting for someone to recognize me, and I don't think it's going to happen yet.


things are pretty unrealistic these days. I'm waiting for the boredom and skin to clear; I'm waiting for Friday, and driving to Texas. these are the days that I wish that were over: Monday through Thursday, debating banality with the walls. these are the days that I wish I had perfect vision and green eyes. these are the days that I wish it were summer next year, that my life would fast forward; that I wasn't trapped in this halfway armpit of shit. welcome to the Leap Year of our discontent. welcome to losing your headphones in a snowbank; to running your chair over your wool coat; to kicking the fucking dog; to not preparing for tommorrow. welcome to waiting for the rest of your life to get started, while it's just busy ending one day at a time.


I haven't had a vegetable in a week. I'm failing miserably.

"Watching white moon face,
The stars never feel anger,
Blah, blah, blah, the end."