Monday, October 09, 2006
not bad, hoboken.
i'm a puddle.
it was a great show last night, and it was so lovely to see the rockstar. and truly, only good things happened and i am just a mess this morning. was it the 4 a.m.? do i not get to do that anymore? is it the fucking crapwork for school? somehow over the weekend the pile seems to have got taller, and deeper, not smaller. i was reading bataille at the bar, for cry-eye. was it that last beer or the fluorescent lights on the PATH train?
cry-eye, indeed. i can't turn off my sniffles. why so sad, sugarplum?
taste of home, maybe.
maybe.
maybe i just want someone to throw a little gravel on my second-story window.
it was a great show last night, and it was so lovely to see the rockstar. and truly, only good things happened and i am just a mess this morning. was it the 4 a.m.? do i not get to do that anymore? is it the fucking crapwork for school? somehow over the weekend the pile seems to have got taller, and deeper, not smaller. i was reading bataille at the bar, for cry-eye. was it that last beer or the fluorescent lights on the PATH train?
cry-eye, indeed. i can't turn off my sniffles. why so sad, sugarplum?
taste of home, maybe.
maybe.
maybe i just want someone to throw a little gravel on my second-story window.
