Venus

 

Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn,

To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn!

Shakespeare

Why, there love lived, and there he could not die.

Ohnoes!

I can't really grasp the concept that I'm growing up.

Why can't I dress up everyday? 

Why can't I talk with a fake accent for a week?

Why can't I have epic battles on the monkey bars until sunset?

Oh.. Right.. I have this thing called a job and responsibilities.

Merde

I was trying to explain to Dallas last night about how night shifts are always extremely slow, or extremely busy, there's no middle ground to stand on. Either it's so slow that you get to go home early and be happy, or it's so busy that you consider throwing knives at people.

And this translates to how I've been living my life lately. The last two weeks has been busy, loss of sanity.. that whole thing. Two weeks ago however? Well, it was amazing to say the least.

You know when your hands are really cold, so you put hot water on them, and it's so painful?

That's what I'm feeling when I'm going from extreme to extreme.

I want my middle ground to stand on.

:)

Bus Tickets

Not good.

I feel so small, like a child.
My body is slowly imploding on itself.
This time next week I'll be nothing more than a tiny bit of rubble. Shreds of what I used to be.


I can't shake these terrible feelings inside of me. I thought I finally got rid of them years ago when Matear and I had the first of many afternoon chats.
What goes around comes around.
What goes up must come down.

Talking Bird

The longer you think, the less you know what to do.

Disappear you egg.

There's no time for a warning
We've got to make our move
We can't wait until morning
We'll use the light of the moon