2004-08-10
... and flow
i like oxymorons. morons... i doubt anyone caught that funniness from the sunshine entry. the latest best �moron: mellow-drama. no one knows me well enough. it hasn�t been long. these things take time. i can only hope to sortof speed up the process by mentioning that i always try to pity instead of resent. i don�t dislike people, instead i feel sorry for them. this in general makes people angry, but it�s how i tick and probably how it will always be. i am truly a sorry person, not a spiteful one.
tomorrow is uncertain. but �schwager� will be fun and easy to look up in the phone book. and he�ll have to explain to _ M E _ _ _ because i just lost her digits. i really, really hope that everyone can make it, even if we have to wear hospital masks. email me if you can�t because i�ll get a ride with petie not kevin. i don�t get it. do we depart from here in cars at threeness, or do we arrive there at that time? all must be straightened out. like pipe cleaners. and gogurt. ?!??
desperate is bad, this is a fact of life that i hesitate to explain. mostly because i know not how. i lack experience, but... don�t be desperate because it�s... unhealthy. idunno. but i can only offer this advise to anyone that needs it. this can be completely irrelevant, but that song graph-of-para bit suggests otherwise. then again.. mellow-drama.
weird dream reminder to self (this all is, btw): twoletters, school �av� television sketch, automobile filled w/stone creatures, meg.. not her, threshold to a threshold, assured no one would know. yeah, weird.
this might be the last song for a while. anything might as well apply. guess who it�s by, you�re probably right.
"Wait"
Every town has a diner
Where I'll meet you
and your friends too
Things are just a bit nicer
over some coffee
You can tell me
all about your day
I don�t know much about you
Not that I want to
Sometimes I can�t escape
from my room
so excuse me
I'll be just a little late
You will wait for me
Every town has a corner
Where I'll see you
and your friends too
Hanging out looking cool
Saying the same things
over and over again
Sometimes we all feel stupid
We say the wrong things
You're not the only one
Sometimes we all get left behind
In a race of style
It's a dumb thing
You will wait for me
It�s all out and up there. The sky. Some are sadly mistaken. I won�t rectify. It�s only my place to rectify myself, and successfully thank dog. dog, come back soon. do you guys remember that one day on the couch when i held the white fluff till she slept and we all just talked, how serene i was then? petie with ben, j and i with selves. i miss dogowner to tears. come back. that�s the best possible note to leave on. it might be an Eb(b).
leesah-likes at 9:07 p.m.