new keys cut. that’s fun, super fun. dad’s shoes cobbled, silver pen up and down my arm. driving lessons way overdue, too many sites to update, too many books unread and movies unwatched and I want alone time but there’s a young man in my house all the bloody time. fuck my life.
“how can you even pretend to be over her”
“It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.” — Walt Disney
hold your head high heavy heart?
it’s like I was just just just hit with a hangover from friday night; it hurts to be horizontal and vertical, so I’m trying to make do with a 45 degree angle. we’ll see how it goes. today I was meant to venture out of town, but I ended up venturing and staying withinto it. I feel sick from my hair to my hairless feet and I really wish the house was quieter. perhaps I should sleep. perhaps I should put on a movie. I’m currently surrounded quite literally by CDs, at least 130 I’m sure. I’m currently surrounded by wellwishers greeting me with happy birthday and asking that old question, what did you get. I don’t like saying what my mother got me, but I loathe saying what my father got me. caught in between those who spend too much and those who spend a smaller amount on an ecclectic selection.
I have a tumblr because I feel I can be less abstract here. because I don’t have to shade everything I’m saying with meaning and eloquence, because I can just talk.
welcome to the day after the day after your birthday;
this is when reality really comes flooding back.
my head hurts.