"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Monday, December 7, 2009

frying in jam.

Laundry took all day again, as I always forget the wash is even in (i just got home and it's still in the dryer). Hours later, "ah fuck;" and I tend to the "still wet" clothes. great.

I recorded a new song today. I bought that tambourine and it totally worked. I'll post it this week.

I have noticed I've been looking at it all wrong for quite some time now. My life doesn't suck at all; it's just weird to say the least. I sometimes complain and cause myself great anxiety for absolutely no reason. I feel like the passed month (no, more) I've been slowly going crazy. clinically. I've been noticing strange things lately and even talking to myself sometimes. But I feel like I'm not so different. Other kids have similar things (probably worse) going on, just in a different light. a different shade. I just need a good break and in January I'll start fresh.

That's how it always goes anyway.

also, I'm the only one I know who actually rates their iTunes with (1-5) stars. tell me that's not a little strange. see, it's just things like this that I seem to notice.

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