I want a smoke
I hate not having enough time for a real conversation, something that sparks and then not having enough fuel for a fire, it's sort of like being interrupted in bed. maybe?
Im feeling anxious, sort of like wanting to start some project or a sketch or books.
I laugh at my father's affair with sugar, even if he is aware that he suffers from diabetes, he still manages to eat a cookie. Bad daddy. However, it is not to be taken lightly, diabetes kills, it is evil, but more evil is the shading the sun with one finger, in that it is denied. Sometimes Im scared for him and maybe even me, I don't want to have diabetes.
Oh the good old nineties music, hehe, yay.
I need new shoes for running around, my converse hurt, and my dear black ones are dead! they died while I was playing, and like a last gift to me lasted till the end of the game and saw me win. Even if we didn't really score that much, my passes and footwork was really really cool. Those shoes and I have memories.
Alejandro Fernandez is breathtaking when he sings rancheras, in a normal charro outfit please none of that gay leather pants thing, I want to be sung to, serenaded, preferably with La Mitad que me faltaba. sheesh.


