2004-10-23
i will admit - i get fucked up when i'm alone
...and the closer that I get to home; the farther I am from it all.
Last night I was resisting Nirvana as he sang between the hill and the dark place - and I remembered Josh. The way he was when I thought I knew the boy. I guess he portrayed a magnitude that I could relate - and all this greatness hit me. I miss him, and my dad, and having that girl a little down the street. And I wonder what the weather is - any different from here. But the water makes a difference.
This is all I look forward to now. The writing. There is a passion here - but nothing I can express deeply within my reach of standardized testing and regulated principle.
The ring is slippery when wet.
I've never heard Meg squeal like I just did. With worry and panic that she couldn't solve the problem - the noise... the ring... was coming from deep corners and everything was crazy just then.
Wah! I also love Ani DiFranco right now - with her beats. I want to get the new, mad cd. Which isn't new any more - but the one where she made it by herself in her house.
This is where the truth lies. It will set me free.
oilandwater at 3:29 p.m.