Listening to: waste of Paint- Bright Eyes
Feeling: alright
I'm hooked on Bright Eyes. There music has me.
"Theres kids playing guns in the street
and ones pointing his tree branch at me
So I put up my hands,
said enough is enough,
if you walk away, I'll walk away
and he shot me dead.
I was a fool, you were my friend
We made it happen
Melissa is leaving. I'm sad. I'm not happy. I'm very happy.
Until tomorrow then,
Your Neighborhood Superman
So much for peace and mediating eh?
I haven't checked in in awhile, and for that I apologize. It appears as though you're in the same rut as I am, but tides will pass and although it seems arbitrary, it's really governed by the moon's gravitational pull.
Who'd have thunk it?
Just don't get the salt in your eyes; it's not pleasant at all.