Get down with the sickness

And I let those lyrics fill my head with more zombies, less disturbed.

This year has flown by. I wish I was feeling better today.
The snow buries the whole city, including and most noticeably prone to my car.

I'm thinking about last year, I miss a lot of people. But I'm also so happy to have met so many who are new.

...Procrastination is writing in your blog.

Steady as she goes.

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Monster mash

Halloween is here!
J'adore j'alloween.

I'm not even freakin' prepared though.
Gotta jump on that shit.




...Scary.

I'm a trouble-maker.

1:19am.

Blog.

Awake.

Fucking tea.
Fucking me.
Silly me, is more like it. As silly as the typos I immediately erase, although these mere sentences have been taking more tries than they're worth...

Tonight I ignore any consequences. Tomorrow I'll sulk in regret.

I'm content and I'm full.
Today I bought something yellow.
I mean, YELLOW, can it get any better?

I know exactly what would be better and I know exactly what I want. Or should I say who. ...But probably I should not.

And now time to be a little more useful.

Learning to fly.

And I doubt this is a good start...

The mind is flowing and I must keep going.
I want.
I want to be the right person.
I want to do the right things.
I want to do things!
I want to stand up for these feelings and stop falling short.
Make my way back home and learn to fly.

All I can do is try.
Try harder.

"Seriously, do it. Do it. Do it."
For damn sure Starsky.

Penny lane.

I've got a lot of shit to do today.

Cup o' tea and it's all possible.

Don't want to be a drama queen.

I simply will not stand for it.

It's time; to get things together. (In life).

Time to touch those toes, stand up straight and kick some figurative ass. To feel good, to be good and to attract good. It's not very sunny today but I see the light. Maybe it's just all this fucking tea but I'm in a happy mood.

Summer is close to an end and there's too many people calling this a good thing. More like, an unbelievable thing. An inevitable thing. Something that has to happen for it to happen again. And I get all of this, it's all easy to comprehend. But as much as serving dumb lattes and blended something-rathers is dull, and I do find myself missing the social setting of school, I don't really want summer to end so fast. I want more good times and chilling summer nights. I want to do more before it's over, but I don't know what.

Slow down everyone, we're moving too fast!