I never thought I’d say this. It’s that time in my life. I’ve officially entered a rut. I know its crazy but its true. I feel like that Russian kid from ‘Goldeneye’ who jumped up and yelled out, “I’m invincibole!” (spelling semantically adjusted) just before he got frozen by a spray of liquid Nitrogen. It cracks me up every time.
Not anymore though. That’s me, I point to the screen, my other hand over my mouth. “The Horror, The Horror” washes over me, along with the combined horror of Nabila Kiyani’s novel classes (from which I was mostly, thankfully) absent. No wonder she didn’t like me.
Oh, and I also found out (a little late on this one Sherlock) that I’m not a particularly likeable person. More on that after this story…
Loosing it severely now. Maybe it has something to do with… or, on second thoughts, let not go there yet.
This one goes out to the one I love
This one goes out to the one I've left behind
Another prop has occupied my time
FIRE! (she's comin' down on her own, now)
The One I Love -- REM
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