| Holly Hobby |
[29 Aug 2003|12:07am] |
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Lost Cause // Beck |
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Is getting rid of everything and everyone an effective method to start the contractions of necessary change? You know, shock yourself into action? I've done this before, but lately I'm a bit gutless. Or old. Almost 21. My runway's being consumed before my eyes...
I kept The Cherub on the phone until 1 am, just because I could. I like to pretend I'm demanding once in a while. He started to become incoherent and slurry, so I finally told him to wake up so I could say goodbye. He then apologized today via e-mail about his lack of verbal energy the night prior. What a guy. He makes it a challenge for me to behave myself sometimes. But I do... a leg massage will paste over my incongruities this Sunday.
He tells me of painfully personal things his friends have told him. Like how one uses puzzlingly vast amounts of asswipe and complains his member is too small. Stuff I'd rather not have the burden of knowing in moments of reflection.
Always entertaining though, ever the filthy child. Couples shouldn't be bookends, should they? Bookends are fanciful things w/no real use. Like a paperweight or a mini-globe; the continents illegible.
A study in love.
I think we're more like sweet and sour chicken wings, shot silk, a checkerboard or a - blegh, all this drivel about relationships issues. Once I catch myself, my reflection, I crinkle my nose. I'm much better at cynicism and complaints aplenty; described in venomously witty terms.
Blah, blah, blegh. I would like a job please, so I can squander for a hole of my own. Be Holly Hobby on the "Thank You" card set, ride a bike down the hill to Queen and maybe break my neck at breakneck speed, go for speed walks and beat the dusk... just go fast all around.
I'll be a blur and no one will recognize. A visual seizure resulting from my changes.
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