life is too real for a blog.
i am so, so glad for meeting with abbey tonight. i can't imagine who else i'd be able to talk about this with. to be perfectly honest, i wasn't even planning on discussing it. i was planning on carrying it around like my own personal load of blistering bricks.
my logical mind insists that i don't expect you to come and find me anymore. you insist otherwise.
this is ca- razy!
i'm subconciously compiling lists of songs that stir up bits of truth and of stories and movies with characters like me or like us, and i'm using it as justification. this is the way things are. that is how we are. that is what i don't want to be. this is what i've done. that is what i don't want to be. perhaps eventually i'll even write it down, or make a cd and have something for the sudden unexpected bursts of unhappy.
little truths
- rebecca
- i cannot stand being too cold in the summer or too warm in the winter, or vice versa, really. i dislike any extreme temperature when i'm trying to be productive. i need to wear socks when it's less than 20 degrees out. i hate having to wear gloves inside when i'm typing. i abhore cars with too much or too little air conditioning. i sometimes feel like life is just one long attempt to avoid cliches. i have no respect for teenagers who are pretentious 'musicians', 'photographers', 'christians' or scenesters. and i love breakfast food... just, not for breakfast. ever. i don't like floating around in the air, i like being grounded, and people who can make me feel grounded.
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