damned_out_loud

Oh GOD. I need to get my girl some industrial strength morphine or SOMETHING. My head is actually woozy from the downer-ness of the phone conversation we just had. Sweet Christ. It's funny how down some people can get when just *one* thing is out of place, and how well some others are while *everything* around them is exploding.
One is me, one is her.
Guess.

Other:

I have never purchased a pair of jeans.

There doesn't seem to be street I can drive down in this city that doesn't bring back a good half-dozen memories.

Snow has finally blanketed the city. This is very good.

Against Me! is also very good.

I CANNOT shake this damn cold!

I've been fielding ominous french emails and phone calls today. I love how random my life can be.