No reasons
02/03/2004 03:09 a.m.
Drowsily staring at that kink in my hair,
The one that always seems to find its place after the blow dry.
Sometimes I don't feel like walking proud,
And it shows when I stroll through the hall, a more acurate word is stumble.
I clumsily place one foot almost in front of the other and can't bother my mind with the inconvenience of wondering about the placement of my hips.
Swing, swing, opps "wide load" I think to myself as I slam my left hip into another obstruct object....another bruise.



Oh sweet burning liquid dripping down the insides of my mouth, seeping their way into my soft intestines, craddling. You are like a drug for my body, and I'm addicted. And when you're not around, the withdrawals sysmptoms begin from cutting cold turkey. I drag you in and blow you out, sip sip sipping ever so slowly, teasing and pleasing. Pass me another one night stand, for you are still too strong to intake without stepping up first. Waiting now for the next time my body is ready to strap up and endure your trip.
I am currently Anxious
I am listening to Sheryl Crow "My Favorite Mistake"