weekend weekend weekend weekend weekend weekend week.

i paper the walls with random crosswords and bits of photos from friends and i going out.  i look around and realize what a truly good ride i’ve had.  so i calm myself, listen to that song and think of that week.  dammit.  i still feel good.

i’ve changed since my previous writings.  i’m still passionate and i still love…  i just know that this world and this life is under my control.  while i used to worry that i would end on a foul note, now i hope that i end on a note that is not flat.

she fixes the couch.  she sits down.  chips chips chips.

i eat a chip as well.

no but really.  slowly i move and by slowly i mean at paces that even a slug would shun but i’ve gotten to where i am and i’m happy.  i’ve never been perfect and frankly if i ever were the world would be in trouble because i’m so damn vain but since i’m not i can sit here and write things like this.  i’m a much better writer when i’m unhappy.

i’m a much better writer when i’m unhappy.

Categories: everyday

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