there are poems on the tip of my tongue...
stories lying just behind my eyes...
it feels like my mind is covered in some sort of fog that prevents me from putting the words together.
*sigh*
i need some really good food
really good sex
and some sort of mind-altering substance(s)
...not necessarily in that order.
it's gonna be a "brokeass weekend", but maybe i can find something fun to do anyway. there's the chocolate festival...god knows i could use that rush the good stuff gives you...
you know it's bad when food doesn't taste good to you anymore.
(random note: i'm always on the lookout for interesting myspace pages. i came across this one yesterday after making a comment on her blog re:
hair.)
dammit i said i was going to be creative here.
i'm trying...
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