Rantings and ravings of one who has not had enough sleep. You needn't pay any attention to me, and in fact would save yourself some time to skip this entry entirely. You will find no meaning here, not unless you are drunk, on drugs, or have the same madness as I. In which case, I very much pity you.
All right, here we go again. Details and such. Half of these rantings are not really rantings at all, but actually make perfect sense. And yet, when I think I've finally found something that is truthful and logical, it turns out to mean nothing at all. A mere trifle, in comparison to the deadly bog in my mind. This rant, I fear, is too close to the typing style of Sane. She has been rather insistent on being in control of herself of late. Not to mention this infernal British accent, which I've picked up from that particular series which she has been watching and reading. Unfortunately, she has not picked up the genius of its creator, nor its main character. Surprise. At least she's moving. Slowly. Very slowly. Agonizingly slowly. But here we are. Waiting for the sun to fall. Waiting for it all to go down. Never actively doing anything. This is North America, after all. Sit down with a glass of soda and wait for the world to end. It may take years. We're not doing anything this weekend.
"Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey, I don't know and I don't care." --Jimmy Buffett
"He who laughs last thinks slowest"
=I've been to San Serriffe=
 Myrrddin · Mon Mar 31, 2008 @ 03:42am · 0 Comments |
