This morning, a car outside was playing fiesta music. I mean the kind of music that makes you feel like you’re waking up in a commercial. It’s bright as hell in the apartment, and somewhere nearby there’s an important convention of emergency vehicles.
I don’t really feel like writing a god damn thing. I really just want to go back to sleep. Too bad I can’t. Too bad.
I remember thinking last night that I am getting too wound up and I better just relax again and forget the feeling that I’ve done nothing of import in thirty years. I usually forget stuff like that in the morning.
30 years. you’re young and there’s still mid life crisis to look forward to. 😉
Totally looking forward to it. Going to have an affair with a Russell Brand look alike and wear lots of beads. Then come back sell some junk bonds and buy a red Alfa Romeo convertible with a chain wrapped steering wheel.
haha i have been unfaithful to Brand. Was a bit ticked off when he supported the Labour party in the last elections. This after saying that all political parties are the same and that it’s the system that needs to change.
Did he? What the hell!