Sunday, December 28, 2008
Why does it seem like everything you sit down to write something meaningful and gorgeous and inspiring, your fingers run dry and the keyboard becomes a labyrinth of letters and numbers?I'm trying so hard to show these people locked up in a stuffy admissions boardroom that I am relatively amusing when given the chance, that I'm easily the most sensitive person you'll ever meet - I mean, I practically cry at every.single.movie.out.there. (with the exception of Wall-E, should I be shot dead for that?), that all I've ever wanted to do with my life was play my piano and allow the rhythm to overtake my senses. But I can't.
Why?
I don't know why.
Actually I do know why.
But that's such a cop out answer, I don't want to even mention it.
Cowardice.
Funny word that cowardice.
Maybe I need a break.
It's 1.20 in the morning after all.
If i work till 3 I'll be a Matchbox Twenty song.
But that's such a cop out answer, I don't want to even mention it.
Cowardice.
Funny word that cowardice.
Maybe I need a break.
It's 1.20 in the morning after all.
If i work till 3 I'll be a Matchbox Twenty song.
Not really a bad idea
She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway
Sigh.
So we took Katie out for her birthday yesterday :)
And for dessert, we ended up watching....
So we took Katie out for her birthday yesterday :)
And for dessert, we ended up watching....
So I expected to cry.
And what happened after?
I fucking bawled my eyes out :(
But watch it regardless, the dog alone is oh so cute :D
