it's "the time"
2004-04-10 ~ 11:07 p.m.

yeah...it's that time of the lovely fucking month.

and yes mom..."again"

so it is just "that time"...and i am tired.

was about to go to bed and decided to do one thing first...

been a few years. been on my mind lately. we were at home, in the store. was me and her. fuck you grammar fairy, i know. and she found my pa's wallet. hardened, creaky leather with all of his stuff.

the little peice of newspaper folded and taped that was so strange. the strange psalm parody.

i decided to google it. i have done this before, but i got a strange hit due to a typo...

and i found a paragraph on a referencing page that actually says "false sense of well-being".

how very ... funny.

it is "the gospel way"...

not sure about it. must be purer. one would hope. strange that i wrote that.

anyway.

in other news.

hester is a fucking trooper. can't believe she drove home. her surgery was friday. "melinda was a tricky bastard!" precise summation really. two incisions instead of one. basically, two surgeries instead of one. tricky bastard is accurate. she has a hard cast on her arm. elevation, ice, rest, and aggressive pain management. rice is nice, but take the pill too.

she was feeling chipper today. driving home must have been tough, hope she is resting. talon misses pj. she is all alone here for a week.

the air is soggy.

happy easter...may your blessings be as abundant as easter eggs.

i kill me. i really do.

i am exhausted. wish me sleep, instead of the dreams i can never remember anymore. my sheets are taking a beating.

i really think, historically, this is just in line with the normal escalation of insanity each year around this time. i should turn it into a Fair. have rides. darts. balloons. goldfish that self destruct in five days. cut-out picture faces. cotton candy.

how fun.

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