tonight a boy put flowers in my hair, and i don't care what i said, i felt special

charlie and the chocolate factory has left me feeling like...
exactly like that. like an ellipsis.

i've been tearing my hands up, maybe i'm not as calm as i think i am

T-minus 3 hrs, 26 minutes before i have to be downstairs. Not worth going to sleep for. I'm wondering about this weekend, what it will bring - weddings and books and road trips(, oh my).

This overwhelming sadness, I'm telling you. I'm telling me. I mean, it's been a long time since I busted out Little Earthquakes. I feel like I've been fooling myself and being fooled for 20 years. They mentioned on the morning radio that a rather common way to "go" is to have a bullet come straight through your wall into your house/apartment. Imagine, you could be stretching after a long shift on your feet waiting tables, trying to get your mind off of some fucker who couldn't get enough water and didn't tip you, watching some backed up episode of Family Guy and BAM it's all over. Chances are you weren't the target. Some guy with bad aim, and it's over.