I'm at my parents' house. We went to see The Two Towers last night and pathetic me kept seeing parallels between Frodo's craving for the Ring and my own craving for tobacco. Silleh. But, it's all good. Don't you hate when people say that? It's all good. Usually, they're saying that to try to convince you. Bastards.
I wrote a poem on the bus up here, but I don't have it with me to transcribe right now. I have a new notebook, handstitched, beautiful. It is inspiration in itself. And damn. I really feel like I have nothing to say. I have this present for MC, but she might not get it until like 2 months from now. If at all. *shrug* Not my problem. You want to talk to me, talk to me. You don't want to, then don't. I'm sure when she decides to feel left out it'll be a grandiose thing that we all have to pay attention to, but right now, I've stopped paying attention to her, and she doesn't even know it, and that's the way I like it. And hey. I don't make enough money to keep myself alive most months, but that's okay. I'm happy. I'm fine. What would life be without a few unresolved rage issues?
Posted by hKath at 10:13 AM ()