i have to figure out what makes me so fucking special. i'm feeling very deficient. my heart is lacking coordination. love is *not* like riding a bicycle. it's beautiful and scary each time. i need a cool aerodynamic helmet to protect me. scraped knees and krazy dreams.
yay for mess! she's special, too.
i think i am going to go get pleasantly drunk and stupid now and delete this worthless entry when i return.
i can't believe i've never heard sebadoh until tonight.
make it easy
and i'll hold it against you
on a string dangling right in front of you
make it hard
and i'll run away
keep tomorrow as i kill today