Gods, it's just being one of thoes months for everyone. To any and all deities who may be listening, "Please, could you lay off for a bit? Thanks."
Oooh, in 17 days or so I get to go be not here for a whole week +. Going home is all good and well, but anymore it feels like running off to escape from something. Not going somewhere else, but leaving here. But not being here for a week seems to me to be just what I need. Hell, I could go and do something incredibly stupid, and it would be a new and different kind of stupidity, which would at least be a nice change.
Of course, back home, the classic stupid thing to do is to hook up with Verne, and I'm so not going there. (And only four people on my flist even know who Verne is... wow.)
And there's a thought. Parts of senior year of high school were pretty damn horrible, largely because of said blonde, but I not only survived, I got away from it, and it's now this standing joke in my life. Maybe much of the current crap in my life will be as well.
Some days were made for listening to Paul McCartney and the rest. I Don't Want to Spoil the Party. I'll Cry Instead. I Feel Fine. Tell Me Why. Let it Be. I'm So Tired. All You Need is Love. I Want You. You Won't See Me. Getting Better.
*sigh*
Lots of hugs and love to
wylddelirium,
oudemia, and
reabhecc. Because.
Oooh, in 17 days or so I get to go be not here for a whole week +. Going home is all good and well, but anymore it feels like running off to escape from something. Not going somewhere else, but leaving here. But not being here for a week seems to me to be just what I need. Hell, I could go and do something incredibly stupid, and it would be a new and different kind of stupidity, which would at least be a nice change.
Of course, back home, the classic stupid thing to do is to hook up with Verne, and I'm so not going there. (And only four people on my flist even know who Verne is... wow.)
And there's a thought. Parts of senior year of high school were pretty damn horrible, largely because of said blonde, but I not only survived, I got away from it, and it's now this standing joke in my life. Maybe much of the current crap in my life will be as well.
Some days were made for listening to Paul McCartney and the rest. I Don't Want to Spoil the Party. I'll Cry Instead. I Feel Fine. Tell Me Why. Let it Be. I'm So Tired. All You Need is Love. I Want You. You Won't See Me. Getting Better.
*sigh*
Lots of hugs and love to
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