I don’t know what to write today, I feel random and tired and weird. I think it’s the weather. It is beautiful outside and the air smells like spring and baby chickens and tulips and stuff. I’m not in the mood for it. I hate winter as much as the next mid-westerner, but this spring has come too soon. I’m not ready, this is me stomping my foot in protest.
I’m sitting here wondering if this is a metaphor for my life, and I don’t want to think about that so I’m going to move on.
Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night, my outlook is dreary.
For all those who been sufficiently confused or depressed by this entry log on here…
It’ll be good to laugh.
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"i see a red door and i want to paint it black. no colors anymore i want them to turn black."
and you say you hate the rolling stones, eh? sure.
i think you need to get some kids together and go castle climbing, i think that will help cheer you up some.
oh, and you blog looks a lot cooler then mine so you can't be that much of an amateur. miss ontological.
I don't have to be a fan to love this one song. It's actually one of those "soundtrack to your life songs". It plays regularly in my head.
To be honest I didn't think anyone would catch the allusion.
Thanks, Mr. Antediluvian
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