egregiously tired. echo echo echo.
I'm having second thoughts about who I am. (Way to open up to the internet and everyone, Caitlyn Lyles.) Theoretically, I should lighten the hell up. I should go to sleep. Probably stop dreaming about certain people, and ground myself in whatever kind of reality I can throw together within the next five minutes.
Can I effectively describe my situation with absolutely no emotional input?
My name is Caitlyn Lyles. There is a skinny orange cat on the floor next to me. I took a lot of really unnattractive pictures tonight, and they're going to end up on MySpace like all of the others, which I'm sure will be kind of mortifying.
Alright, so obviously, I can't.
Is that a problem? I flock around feeling. I eat dead fish for breakfast. I am never not contemplating the whole of my situation against unsteady decks and heaving masts. My lungs are a shipwreck, tonight. Tripping up in the ocean. Breathing calls for dramamine. Down to the bottom like Jack staring ruefully up at Rose. ********, this is ridiculous. He's already dead.
So... killing the cryptic dialogue, I'm kinda wrecked myself.
Idealism chews quite forcefully, and I'm not as tender as I thought. My friends fall asleep too easily. This blog is about boats and steak.
I hate having to smash the words 'plain and simple' or 'sick and tired' into the same sentence. Oh well.
sickeningly plain and simplistically tired truths: 01. I'm gonna be okay. 02. Relationship? Right now? No thanks. 03. Earth? Getting a little colder. Quite refreshing. 04. I want to shower. 05. Suitors annoy me. Stop advertising. 06. I do not like the word 'hella'. (But I use it sometimes.) 07. I'm really not a grammar nazi. I just pretend. 08. I like cats. 09. I have cooler fonts than you. Let's experiment. (observable, measurable, testable, repeatable.) Bet. 10. These chicks are kicking me off to upload s**t.
Jajaja. I amuse me, occasionally.
phantasmagorist · Sun Jun 22, 2008 @ 12:00am · 0 Comments |