posted by dave on Wednesday, July 8, 2009 at 10:01 PM in category quickies
Good
I'm being a good boy. I don't know why.
Weird
The problem is that I so badly want to communicate, but I don't want to be called weird. So I keep my metaphorical mouth shut. Maybe the thought counts for something.
Fight!
Idiots at Rich O's.
Marie!
That was it. I'm positive.
Lisa!
Ha, I remembered!
10 seconds
For 10 seconds, I found a proper mood. It's gone now. Also, there was a girl out front who I made out with once, but I can't remember her damn name.
Darn
HatGirl isn't coming. Waaah!
Darn
I was looking forward to feeling useful. Maybe tomorrow.
Confused
I think we got our wires crossed. Or maybe I dreamed the whole thing?
Breakfast
I think I'll go to Burger King. The non-haunted one this time.
Fine
Okay fine, I'm jealous. It's supposed to be me. We're wasting time.
Let's twist again like, we did last Summer
Sure, go ahead, just keep twisting that knife. Don't expect that I'll ever start to like it, though.
Recharging
It's a full moon, so I'm recharging my rock, so watch out world.
News
Bad new can be considered good news when it's a gazillion times better than what you'd feared.
Intensity
Okay, she was really intense. Moreso than I'd ever seen. I should heed her intense request.
Yummy
Rogue Chocolate Stout! Yay!
Intrepid
But what if the treasure has already been found, but our intrepid explorer didn't see it, or refused to see it? What about that?
Boo
Dinner at the haunted Burger King.
Different
I wonder if things would be different now if they'd been different in early
Spring. I guess my ego is forcing me to believe that things would be
different.
Caught up
Managed seven hours of sleep. Now I'm hungry and thirsty, not necessarily in
that order.
Wall
Well that wall of exhaustion is behind me now, and here I still sit. I think
that tonight it will be time for medication.
Adjectives
What a weird and annoying and surreal and hopeful and funny and sad night that was.
Walking
Only 3.2 miles tonight. I'm such a slacker.
Hoping
I'm hoping that the news isn't too bad, because sometime tomorrow I'm going
to hit a wall and have to sleep.
Grrrr
I've asked a hundred times, to no avail. It's just fucking mean. As if I
needed another reason to lose sleep tonight.
