Rainy, slightly crabby

Man, life is weird. Weird in a good way, sure. But still fucking weird.

It’s like the weather. First there’s a hopeless drought, now a veritable hailstorm and you don’t know where is best to run for cover. So maybe I’ll just try out all my umbrellas (and rubbers. heh) for the many moods and occasions.

But nothing feels better than to think about someone and know that you just don’t need them anymore.

One Lonely Response to Rainy, slightly crabby

  1. chris :

    It is wierd at fiirst when you become cognizant of it.

    Then it’s fucking blissful!!!