Reality makes no sence.
One day you run into a girl who had just requested you on myspace at a laundromat at four in the morning unshaven, unkempt and half asleep, half retarded. You end up moving into her Madison Ave. studio apartment and she tells you you're perfect.
The next day you're asked out to dinner and then drinks by another girl. You are not only well groomed but bring a bottle of wine and the greatest film no one has ever seen. You spend the entire night feeling invisible. Even at the club.
Somehow this 'perfect' creature can't even draw the attention of anyone at a fucking goth bar.
I have a place to live now. But I think I'm going to starve for a week.
More and more I question logic. No one operates on it. The world doesn't follow it. Logic' in itself, is a misnomer. A paradoxial misnomer.
One day you run into a girl who had just requested you on myspace at a laundromat at four in the morning unshaven, unkempt and half asleep, half retarded. You end up moving into her Madison Ave. studio apartment and she tells you you're perfect.
The next day you're asked out to dinner and then drinks by another girl. You are not only well groomed but bring a bottle of wine and the greatest film no one has ever seen. You spend the entire night feeling invisible. Even at the club.
Somehow this 'perfect' creature can't even draw the attention of anyone at a fucking goth bar.
I have a place to live now. But I think I'm going to starve for a week.
More and more I question logic. No one operates on it. The world doesn't follow it. Logic' in itself, is a misnomer. A paradoxial misnomer.
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sid:
dude, i don't know what's wrong with me... i've been flaking out on things, and sleeping through stuff... i think i'm spread way too thin and stressed. 
andrea:
glad i'm not the only one.