oh crap. turns out it was another one. i feel so old!

on a completely different subject:
"what can i say? it's in the shitter." -p-ro
this is true. things must go up. we can make it go up. i just wish it wouldn't take so much work...ideals are wonderful and inspiring but reality can be such a nasty kick in the ass. we'll work on it and try to turn the kick into a fun slap though. maybe even a pleasant rub! (sorry, i'll stop before things get closer to x-rated) just please don't leave us.

so much i want to do, so much i should do, so much i have to do--for improvement, for others, for you, for myself. then there's the part of me that wants to run away from it all and be merely content...oblivious, free from worries and obligations and negativity. but then i'd be missing all the highs and joys that come connected. i'm constantly fighting this huge monster that's fear, laziness, and uncertainty all lumped together that likes to sit on me and prevent me from accomplishing anything. i named it bob.

bright side: 10 continuous hours of sleep last night. i can't even remember the last time that happened.

* * *
between an overload of information
and a striving for a pure dedication, i
find myself looking for the exit sign
see your pretty face in the sunshine
in the morning after staying up all night, i
want to wake you just to hear you tell me it's all right
and all i want to be is too much sometimes for me

good morning, baby, i hope i'm gonna make it through another day