I hear her exclaim “WOAH, HOLY SHITTING HELL.” as she’s laying down. As I turn around in my spinny computer chair, with a cup of rum and 7up and a lighter in one hand, and my phone and pipe in the other, I hear her say “You know when you feel like you’re going back in time?” and in that moment, i was speechless.
Sometimes I just have to run. Run until I collapse on the ground from exhaustion and probably a little lack of oxygen. It’s hard to never look back at your faded silhouette. You used to stand there, no right there. Right in that worn down spot on the pavement, and you used to wrap your arm around me and I used to look at you and smile and you’d smile back and it would just be enough. Now there’s nothing there but remnants of our footprints and skid marks from where you took off. Now I do this. I run and run, and I collapse and catch my breathe. And I don’t think I ever really caught it back after you took it away that first time.
I am still convinced the root cause of that was from me and Laura high fiving while chanting “LET’S GET WEIRD” while double fisting drinks. Well, at least we stayed true to ourselves and got weird. So, so weird.
I was playing my uke in bed this morning, half asleep. I was recording on my phone and started singing along with it and made up some little song off the top of my head. Uploaded it to soundcloud, not too sure if I should share it, though! Ahhh
I’ve spent two days racking my tiny little mind, trying to find something to buy with the 100$ that’s left on my credit card. Decided to “Adopt/Sponsor” two wolves from a sanctuary that’s not so well known and needs the help. I donated the rest to the Canadian Cancer Society.
Got my heart broken, and i’ve been sitting here watching Sex And The City re-runs and eating ice-cream pretty much all week. I am a walking, talking cliché.
I leave for two minutes and melody passes out and her baby steals my pillow.
