Did Somebody Take Your Tongue?

"In worries of the words that you couldn't say, if they could've saved them from."

Oh dear. It's very late.

Coheeed the warning. This blog could be lame and sappy. Haha.

I have an apprehensive heart. Filled with questions.

And only time will tell, I suppose.

I will openly state right now, that I know testicles are not the true source of confidence, but I feel as though their addition to my person would allow me to do all of the things I'd like to do. Or debilitate me. I can't be certain.

This is not cohesive. And certainly quite vague.

Unrequited love. It's a thing. And the potential of it existing is terrifying.

But what is possibly more terrifying is not knowing.

Because not knowing is just as bad.

I'm writing a letter to Morrissey. Today.

/humourous save. thankgod.

Mint Car

Here's to nice times with good friends.

Got a bit silly yesterday at open mic at the Burrow. They let me, for some awesome, questionable reason, open a tab at their bar. So between that and Adam having a 66er of Canadian Club, I got pretty smashed.

Work today. Managed to get the hangover under control with some help from Carla. TYLENOL! First time I've taken a painkiller in a while. I think I forgot how useful they can be.

Took some walk-ins. Was pretty legit.

It snowed day before last. Which is both terrible and awesome. Which seems to be a recurring theme in my adventures as of late, so I guess it's fitting? Kinda bummed that I haven't updated this blog in a while. I've been getting my BME/IAM account back in order, which is incredibly time consuming, trying to download music and also maintain all other social obligations that take place outside of the Internet. In the real world.

The thing about the Internet is that I don't typically go on it alot, but have been doing so a lot lately. It's weird. I know it would be healthier for me to just chill out, and read a book or something. Maybe write in my journal, expunging all negative energy into word form, perhaps express my frustrations concerning my perception of myself in the context of several different people.

I am frightened by how fast everything happens. And that I am 50% of all of it. And how come I can't just do what I feel is right for me, instead of what my moral compass says is "logically the most right taking the feelings of all others into consideration"?

I miss having crazy dreams. I think I'm just overcompensating for the lack of vivid imagery and experience by consciously creating it. Who knows?