deal with it.

last book i've read: a bible tract handed to my friend while at Live at Lunch on main st. green
currently caressing my ears: pandora.com's alternative/indie rock station (currently she wants revenge's song these things)
general mood: exact, pedantic, disorderly
quote: "One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries." --A. A. Milne

I kinda do want revenge, funny. Except I'm not supposed to want that, I'm supposed to be love and light to all. Right now I'm wind and fire, and together it's spreading, spreading slowly over my psyche, makes me feel vexed and alone. It's okay.

Lovers hold hands to hide the pain.

I enjoy adventures. I plan on taking one in the near future. He's jealous because he doesn't have money to come. And I don't have money either, but I'm frugal. I don't buy drinks everywhere I go, I can lean on my friends for places to stay, and I'm not worried about where it's coming from. I work my butt off to be where I'm financially at.

She says I'm a bad man, I've got nothing to say.

I really wish that not saying your sorry didn't mean you admit to your discretion. I also wish that there was more honesty surrounding me right now. I've created it, but it's not being returned. I leave myself open, you shut down. Eh, I'll deal with it. I have before, I'll be fine.