(my best friend's fruit pizza is so delicious...)why can't i just be normal? well, not normal because i'd probably be miserable then...all mushroom soup colored, soft-spoken and sober. or, maybe normal is drunk...who knows? either way, why do self-destruction and i go hand-in-hand like two monkeys playing ring-around-the-rosie? what the hell did i just say? i have no clue where that came from, but i think it'd be cute...well, i hate monkeys so that part isn't so cute i guess.
yeah, anyway...i'm super functional and quite productive when it comes to family life and work life but personal life...yep, that's where i falter. it sure does do wonders for my creativity though. i tend to feed off my dysfunction in ways that i can't even describe. my mind takes off like a pheasant from a field...*sigh*
ok, i need to stop with the visuals tonight. really. monkeys playing games and pheasants...? wow. i think i need some sleep.
yeah, anyway...i'm super functional and quite productive when it comes to family life and work life but personal life...yep, that's where i falter. it sure does do wonders for my creativity though. i tend to feed off my dysfunction in ways that i can't even describe. my mind takes off like a pheasant from a field...*sigh*
ok, i need to stop with the visuals tonight. really. monkeys playing games and pheasants...? wow. i think i need some sleep.
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