2.04.2007
i reek of coffee. it may be because my caffiene intake has increased dramatically and i now have an unbalanced amount of coffee in my bloodstream and potentially pores. or it could be that i just spent two hours in a coffee shop and the face-numbing gusts of air couldn't blow the scent off of me. or it could be a combo of the two. either way, i am perfumed with the scent of java.
i have to keep re-centering myself. i get on track and then sort of fall off the beaten path. and the road that should be less travelled is slowly becoming paved. and my journal bleeds with black ink from those fabulous pilot g-2 07 pens.
"...i want to be expressive without wearing my emotions on my sleeve. i want to be confidant but humble. i want to prove myself to myself and the world without needing to prove anything at all. i want a pair of red chucks and some sexy stillhettos. i want to drink as much coffee as i want without freaking out my central nervous system. i want to be cool without caring what other people think of me. i want to be unique without knowing it or trying too hard. because then, what's the point?"
all that i keep thinking througout this whole flight is it could take me my whole damn life to make this right. this splintered mast i'm holding won't save me long, because i know fine well that what i did was wrong.
...and i don't kow where to look. my words just break and melt...
i have to keep re-centering myself. i get on track and then sort of fall off the beaten path. and the road that should be less travelled is slowly becoming paved. and my journal bleeds with black ink from those fabulous pilot g-2 07 pens.
"...i want to be expressive without wearing my emotions on my sleeve. i want to be confidant but humble. i want to prove myself to myself and the world without needing to prove anything at all. i want a pair of red chucks and some sexy stillhettos. i want to drink as much coffee as i want without freaking out my central nervous system. i want to be cool without caring what other people think of me. i want to be unique without knowing it or trying too hard. because then, what's the point?"
all that i keep thinking througout this whole flight is it could take me my whole damn life to make this right. this splintered mast i'm holding won't save me long, because i know fine well that what i did was wrong.
...and i don't kow where to look. my words just break and melt...
8)
angie
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1:29:00 PM
