Tuesday, January 17, 2006

The Cure

Oh thank god I broke down and went to the doctor. Penicillin Rocks. I bet it'd even cure zombification. what it won't cure is stupid things that I do with gossip. I just don't want to know anymore.

When I had a partner, it would be fine to get told all these things, because I could tell someone and then it wouldn't get me in trouble. no wait, that's a rose-tinted view. I'd get in trouble for talking to another girl, and where was I on last thursday? and why don't you ever want to know what my friends are up to?

It's not just that though, I'm pretty bloody conflicted. I'm not convinced, based entirely on my own experiences, that I can have a strong friendship with an ex. Even if I want it. Then pour some absinthe over my brain, put a lump of sugar on my tongue and set me on fire. then see how well I do at singstar - that's what it's like without inhibitions. it's better than this half-asleep mode i'm stuck in most of the time. cause some drama, because the moment I hate the most is when everyone's gathered around the table looking at their drinks because no one knows what to say. I just want to scream. a fight's better than silence. posted by Keegan at 2:51 pm

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