I've got a bottle of Clairol Volume 20 developer and a knife that says, "What's up?"

dayum.
mother nature just released her wrath upon chicago
and of course, it's the day I forget my keys to my house.

So... I had to stand outside for about an hour and 45 minutes, waiting for a cab to pick me up and take me to Starbucks to borrow Jovanni's keys.
Ugh, 10 dollar mistake. 10 dollars or frostbite. Part of me thinks frostbite is more worth it.

I forgot how much I enjoy Rainer Maria.

Slam to the back of your head, you've never been here before.
How can you deal with that kind of information?
Slam to your chest, like a curtain hits the floor.
How can you deal with that kind of information?

Make amends, let's make amends.
What makes a man?

I'm being passive agressive but I can't deal with the sound of their feet.
Speaking of feet, mine feel soggy.


I just got the sensation that everything was a good idea. Are what you living what you feel?
Are you aware of the hole you've dug? Where are your priorities?