A drunk walks into a bar and asks, "does anybody here own a six foot penguin?" Everyone says "no", he says "shit I've just run over a nun!"
I went to the doctor and I said "doctor can you help me out?" He said "yes, which way did you come in?" I said "what's good for wind?" and he gave me a kite
So she gave me a teddy bear sprayed with her perfume to "keep the nightmares away". I did not sleep with the bear, however when she came to pick it up I had put in the bed and it looked like I had been. She refused to believe that I didn't sleep with the blasted thing, like her trinket would help me sleep better.
She seems to be under some misguided idea that she can save me from myself. I flat out refuse to get involved with the girl, as charming as her heart seems to be.
On a different note, my hair looks like Wolverine's today and it amuses me.
Life is a complicated thing, it's difficult to know sometimes what it is that I want. When I dig deep I find the answers and then I go back to ignoring them. I hide from my own desires even though I'm aware of them, I keep them just out of reach on the edge of my perception always.
When it comes down to it I guess I'm just scared of what I want. And so I come to the core of the matter and I find that a large part of me must like being miserable or alone (most of the time, both).
I guess we dilly and dally on the wayside for most of our lives, ignoring what it is we truly want. Then by the time we finally realise, or at least admit the truth to ourselves of what we want, it's usually either too late or we're too old to get it.
I suppose it's never easy to finally abandon that fear of chasing our dreams or desires.
I'm ill and I feel awful, it sucks -nods-.
Had a cough for a while now but just today other things have turned up. My head feels like it's on fire from the inside and the less said about my lungs the better.
Perhaps this is just punishment for my actions on Friday night. In which case I deserve worse than this.
This illness had better pass by wednesday for Indiana Jones.
