meat being pulled through the daily grind(er) listening to moby's flower on loop. today i cleaned...slightly obsessively...and i found a notebook i used to scribble in during freshman year. i was so much happier so carefree so young and innocent ... i was remarkably stupid. i'm not saying i'm incredibly mature now... but i'm less stupid...i hope. see take that sentence for instance, three years ago the elipses would've been filled with 'like's,'totally's and my thoughts on cows. but no i'm definately not mature. not finished. i dont think anyones ever really finished. well maybe a few lucky people that welcome their deathbeds death. i passed a deadline and live to tell the tale... if my life were a fairy-tale this would be the filler between the funny parts and the tacky wedding scene. i'm stuck in the mother of all ruts and its driving me crazy i know i'm just waiting to crash and burn so i can be treated and experience normalcy for a month or two before it all becomes overwhelming again 'bring sally up and bring sally down lift and squat gotta tear the ground' |