January 2010
18 posts
mr. slow mo...
is what you should call me. i was walking to work this morning and i might as well have been walking backwards. it was a sea of people passing me left and right and i just couldn’t understand how they can walk so fast, or why they would want to.
i even talk slow… not, what’s eating gilbert grape, slow but quiet & soft spoken slow. from the south, minus the accent slow. ...
it's been one of those days...
lots of ups and downs. a turbulent rollercoaster. a bit of reassessing my life [partially due to watching up in the air] and what i want to get out of it, and at the end of the day… i still don’t know what i wanna do. however, i keep going back to one moment of the day.
i spent most of the bus ride with my eyes closed. with another stop before my own coming up she takes the empty...
i think i'm scaring off people with the amounts of...
“i tried to “like” my own post, but it doesn’t seem i can do...”
– i’m conceited… i know
