curbdrop out of grace

your face reminds me of lung cancer

i am over her, i know this. but i still have wierd feelings and i feel like i shouldn't, like it should be cut and dry when in fact it's a spectrum wider than the width of a circle. but it's the same kind of feelings you get when you see an old best friend who just drifted apart. but if i'm over this, how come i'm still talking about this? maybe i'm over it, as much as one can be. i never said i was clark kent.

download by Sigur Ros: (1)

yes the song name is in parenthesis.

i love this song and always feel like it should be in a movie, if it's not. i would say this song sums up how i feel about this matter, among other matters.

i am so tired today. i didn't sleep that well because of such thoughts +1.

i was telling missy, i can't remember the difference between days. i don't remember days anymore at all, just events that happen. i try to label days but what i do. like i know it's thursday when i have a soccer game. i know it's mondays when i can expect a phone call from billy asking if i want to go to the wab. i know it's sundays when i bum around and spend the day playing guitar. but conversations, these are not events. i would describe conversations are the color that one sees in a black and white world. the colors aren't always as memorable as the image of sitting on the couch on a cold january nite sipping hot chocolate. i remember that moment and probably always will. but i hardly remember what we talked about for 4+ hours.

i guess then, some people are colorblind. some people are terrible with conversations, with starting them, carrying them, and ending them. other people just don't see in vivid colors. they are ok with the mundane crap the majority of the pop spit out. swallow biatch. lap it up as dogs do.

i haven't had a cigarette all day.

posted by fillshe @ 8:06 PM