hey, suckas. just got home after a late showing of _walk the line_. bad boys, ungh. it inspired me to do some songwriting (i have a folder of unused lyrics from like the past 15 years). i had a good time with my boy, whom i love, reached over and touched the arm of his soft jacket, wished i wanted more. it was nice to be out. i feel my best latenite so that's when i hit the town, if at all.
it's weird, i adjusted some of my meds, not antidepressants or anything that's supposed to fuck with mood, but i'm noticing that my emotions are registering as more vivid lately. less numb. it feels great. prompts me to cook, buy/make gifts, write, dress up, talk dirty, get some. laugh more.
it's weird, i adjusted some of my meds, not antidepressants or anything that's supposed to fuck with mood, but i'm noticing that my emotions are registering as more vivid lately. less numb. it feels great. prompts me to cook, buy/make gifts, write, dress up, talk dirty, get some. laugh more.
dekews:
YAY!! 
wheezy_e:
i've been instructed to wait & see that movie with sis & brother-in-law when they come to town. Does your fella know the way you talk to strangers? Poor lucky guy. I love it when I actually succeed in staying out late, but it rarely happens anymore. If I get past the 11:00 mark, I'm one bad motherfucker.