Oh brother. How bad of a sign is it when you can start relating to songs by The Smiths?! Does this warrant seeking out a counselor of some sort? I find myself often wondering (often aloud, often in public-aagh!), HOW SOON IS NOW?! It's all good. Thank you crazy man from Kurt Vile/J Mascis show (and last entry) for being so adamant in telling me that EVERYTHING GETS BETTER!!!
On a side...My mind was a roller coaster of wtf last night, of course impairing my sleep. I did not catch those elusive zzz's til way past 7am. And of course when I did finally catch them, I ended up having my daily morning WEIRD dream. This one being that Wanda Gaia (her given name is Wanda but a "prophet" told her to change her name to Gaia), the cult girl with whom I had previously worked, being upset that I had not contacted her for May 21st aka JUDGEMENT DAY. Brother. I have not seen this crazy lady in months and she still haunts my dreams. I'd much rather dream about the boy I like wearing an apron again or driving a Monopoly car. Even the the dream about getting kittens neutered would be more acceptable. Subconscious, why?!
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