Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Monday, December 28, 2009

i can't help the feeling, i could blow through the ceiling

not sure what i want to say here. trying to gather positive energy is wearing me out. why do people have to have impeccable timing? i wish i could even say its purposeful but its not which i don't know if that makes it better or worse? i'm blocked, again. closed in and all the self affrimations in the world aren't helping to improve my demeanor. have i finally just gotten to damn cynical for my own good?

don't get me wrong i have plenty to look forward to, i know i am deserving of wonderful things. i haven't lost sight of all of that in the long run it's just hard to keep one's eye on the proverbial prize when one is mired in the extraneous bullshit.

tired. just tired and that is all
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