Damn this tattoo is itchy. it just won't stop.
Also, i think i have finally realized that I have a two minute window a night to fall asleep. That window for me was between 11:05 and 11:07 pm tonight. I missed it. Now my punk ass is up at 2:40 with an 8:45 class tomorrow. What the hell?
And my god damn tattoo is itchy. That isn't helping the situation.
The care I want most in the world right now would be a 1973 Datsun Z. Don't know why. The performance wasn't that great, but I love the body. I've got a weakness for classic cars. Or ultramodern cars. Pre 75, Porsches from the 80s, and then brand new stuff. Don't ask me why, it's just how it is.
Actually, I think I would really love to have one of those beautiful old school Ford GT40s. Those are nice. The easy answer of course is to say you want a Shelby Cobra, but I'll admit now that I don't think I could drive it, and besides, I want a radio in my car.
Anyway, I'm bored out of my gourd. I want something new to happen.
I have an amazing weakness for symbols. And I think I just figured out why. Words are so limiting. I tried writing this crazy short story once, where the action all took place in the mind, and all the words were "slashed." So for example, I would reference/note/describe the protagonist's confusion/doubt/fear. It seemed an entertaining way to try to capture all the angles of concepts. Confusion/doubt/fear is far different than confusion/anticipation/excitement. Symbols do a nice job of capturing all of those elements in a nice pretty little package.
Anyway, I got a big fat phoenix on my chest. I'd explain all the symbolism to you, but let's just say it's a permanent reminder that I don't want to kill myself anymore. And that's good. It's ironic, really, that to symbolize/capture/record a period of my life when I was in extreme pain I had to endure/submit/experience more extreme pain.
Speaking of which, it's amazing what goes through your mind around hour 3 of the extreme pain. I'd tell you, but I figure if you want to know, you'll find out. I didn't go through the previous 2 and 1/2 hours of pain just so I could tell you all the secrets that show up at hour 3. Well, let me offer this: a circle has no corners but an infinite number of points.
Lastly, let me end this little rant with one of the funniest things I've ever read. If you get this, and find it as funny as I do, I pity you.
"There are 10 kinds of people in the world, those that understand binary, and those that don't"
Night
P.S. Hi Jill
I hate the flu. The flu is like a bad girlfriend, who won't leave you alone and makes you feel guilty for smoking.
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