Doo Wop

If the times allowed it, I would be prepared to enter into solitary confinement, my sambuca, my Lauryn Hill and I.

I am not a robot.

I'm really starting to wonder why all of these unsavory people from my past are starting to come out of the woodwork and want a piece of me in some form or another. Is there some sort of cosmic joke being played on me that I'm unaware of? I really just want to say "stay the fuck away", but I can't do that. Everyone's human, and 'everyone' is too fragile for my liking.

I guess I'm also just in a bad mood today. I slept entirely too much and wasted the day away.

I've come to some sort of balance that I'm feeling pretty good about at this point in my life. I've let go of the past, I've let go of the hurt inflicted upon me by unimportant people, I've even let go of the people that I thought meant a lot more to me than they really did. I'm clearing my mind of the excess. (I guess what I'm getting at is that I wish other people would do the same.)

Now I just need to find something meaningful to replace the space.

And maybe I've cleared out too much, because for the past week I've felt like I'm forgetting something extremely important. If anyone can help me out, feel free to throw some suggestions my way; try and jog my memory.

Can't get over your nine-leaved clover.

For some reason I was just now drawn to write in this blog rather than complete my Philosophy paper, ha! That just seems strange to me. I feel that I can't talk about life without getting flustered or tongue-tied, but I'm still driven to write. Well, "write". Tha futuristic typa' writin'. I'm listening to Morrissey with a kitten in my lap, and the wheels in my brain are still turning but I can't tell what any of it means. So, I THINK, that....I'm just completely scatterbrained. And who could concentrate when they've got a kitten meowing in their face just because he's happy anyway?

AbSURD.

...I can't wait to get out.