It's saturday morning and I've got nothing better to do then sit at the computer desk until my a** hurts enough, and my stomach growls enough for me to venture out and find something suitable to eat.
I woke up this morning surprisingly not thinking about blue... Rather it was Mandie who crossed my mind. I opened my phoen and simply wondered why she hasn't called lately... then again I suppose I could have picked up the phone and called.. "cept it hurts when chris picks up the phone. excuse me a moment... someone just got up. okaaaaay never mind
Mandie's calling. Weird. She's tlaking about when she works, and I should probably just write it down... but knowing me I'll just lose the paper. I havn't written a new poem in forever. Sometimes I look to people I know and love for inspiration. mostly it comes from blue... then again I'm with her more then most sometimes, yeah, it comes from mandie.
I slept wrong last night. I can't turn my head to the left. Nor can I crack it without being in unbearable pain. I'm hungry. But I dont' feel like eating.
it's going to be a depressing weekend. realization tends to do that. I don't know what else to write with out sounding emo or depressed so... see ya -Knives
KnivesTG · Sat Feb 24, 2007 @ 03:52pm · 1 Comments |