| The date is Wednesday, May 5th, 2004. The time, 11:33am. The only sound to be heard is the clicking of the keyboard as I type this here passage, and the song "Come Downstairs and Say Hello" off Guster's Keep It Together. The sun is shining, finally. I cannot find my pink and white hat. What a sad day on Goodson Crescent. The bottle sits in the drawer, the baby lies under the bed. This past week has been very...testing. I'm not really sure if there are even words to describe just how I am feeling at this particular moment. Well, I'm sure there are a few. Confused, tired, empty. This isn't like me. And I don't like it one bit. I didn't dream last night. 'Doesn't it bring you down?' It sure does. I am now listening to "Red Oyster Cult" off the aforementioned album. I will soon find myself on the way to the mall, for shopping is necessary on this very day. Tomorrow my brother leaves for Australia for 2 months. Lucky bastard. We fight, and I will truly miss that. But shortly after his return is my sister's wedding, which I both look forward to and do not look forward to. Confusion seems to be the only thing I am sure of. Today I wear blue jeans and a pink belt, white flip flops, and a white and pink sweatshirt... beneath lies hot pink unmentionables. The hair elastic surrounding my right wrist? Pink. My nailpolish? Pink. My makeup? Pink. I need my hat, oh, my hat. My inability to leave my home without matching perfectly is truly a sign of OCD. But it's ok, I don't mind it. Really. What exactly are we doing here? Just biding our time, until what? I haven't figured it all out yet. When I do, I will be sure to inform you all. Fuck, I'm going buck with all the commas. I really like commas. Good times with the punctuation. I saw a town with two water towers a few moons ago, it made me slightly envious. I'm not too sure why though. Maybe becuase they have twice as much water, and I really like water? No one can be too sure. "Lips move. They say, it'll be ok". Will it? I hope so. The days all just seem to blend together, I sometimes have trouble distinguishing between them. Worried? Meh. Scared? A little. Confused? Indubitably. Love the spelling. I am not a fucking grammaratician so lick me. My time here must come to an end now, for the chicken, at the prime of it's youth, sits on the counter waiting to meet it's spicy demise. Right word? I don't care, I like how it sounds. See you all another day. |
