how comes i can't even really remember what year it is, and also why do i want to calculate extremeful trivialities in the passage of time? something about driving through the mountains made me an optimist, both ways, and as i listened to these few songs, i wondered who i was singing them to, and how, cause it felt like i really meant. it. i'm through waitin' for you, or, i must have been must have been crazy, crazy to wait on you baby. you know that one?
and also, i have become great at preparing myself for the worst, of news, of attitudes. and a pessimist, then, resulting from this new talent. also a great new talent: boring torture, passing time in most of un-fun ways, and ones that make me despise many things at that.
it is still the morning-time. time to turn this around. and, how?
