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.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. this is the place where my mind resists. 2004-12-21 1:51 am Tonight on the way home from work I was trying to think of all the things that get me up in the morning. My medicine has decided to fuck with me once again, and I needed the booster shot. Writing and love were the main things, then I tried to remember moments of ice cream and wind in my hair. And yet I came home, made a Southern Comfort coke in an old glass, and lived for the taste. I flipped through a new W issue and found myself in the fashion. I learned of my least favourite football team's sudden loss to a nobody and cheered I love the world. Even when I'm in the most pain of being unrequited every day, I gather it up and drive it into the best poetry. Distractions serve me. I love the Manic Street Preachers. My best distraction.
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