Gish's Blurty

Stalk the halls

I used to be such a tempestuous woman. I argued. I argued with others, with inanimate objects, with myself. It kept me entertained. Mostly. Well, it was one of the ways I entertained myself. Looking back, I can see I had plenty to do, and not enough drive or gumption to do it. Lame, that’s mostly what I say about myself now. It’s enough to make me want to reach back and grab hold of my shoulder and say “Hey dumbass, it only gets worse if you don’t rein it in now and live like you mean it”.

I could invent a time machine (or get one of my techie friends to) and go back and leave myself post-it notes. I’d leave them on the paintings that get destroyed in the future. I’d leave them on the lovers I was never meant to kiss. But I think I’d put most of them on the windshield of my car. Because back then, that was the only place I really looked.

“I’ve seen the future! GO BACK”

Or something to that effect.

later, beauties.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: These are the Days - 10,000 Maniacs