stewd

I rode over an unseen broken bottle and popped my tire on the way to the R&R lastnight. Was going to meet someone for cocktails. I ran into a person I hadn't seen in a while. Only said a few words together as I sat next to her waiting for my friend. She's a girl I'd have taken a bullet for. I guess things fade.

I have a slight headache from the cocktails. I only had a few. Needed to keep my constitution high for this evenings festivities. I have 2 parties to attend. Luckily one is being held at my house, so the crash factor is eliminated.

As if you sods really care, my li'l emotional rollercoaster is still rolling up and down. It's towards the end of the ride, I can feel it. It seems these little mental loop-dee-loops keep getting shorter and shorter. Just like rollercoasters now. Everytime I hop on the ride gets shorter and shorter.

Maybe I've stopped being such a kid and am learning to cope more easily.

Maybe my jaded theory is proving true.

Maybe I'm just an asshole.



ps- I wish I could write like Nala... *swoon*