william_miller

Argh. Torrential heat is pouring on me. I don't usually sweat, but I'm drenched right now.

Blarg.

I want to write another long-winded, useless entry. But I don't know on what. And I don't know where or when the writing bug bit me again.

Ioana's back in America tomorrow. Back in my arms the day after. Too long! I miss that girl. Too goddamned much for my own good.

To fill up space, here's the lyrics to Sleater-Kinney's "Heart Attack".

heart attack
i wait for
hit and run
could happen any day

i'm walking into your house
'cause i really want to figure you out
it's always somewhere/someone new each day
as long as i'm not, i'm not

looking.. for me
looking.. for me

insomnia
popping pills
it's still too tight
it's never right

threw out everything i own again today
something's bound to give me a disease
i still feel like nothing next to you
because you want every, you want it

everything
new
everything
new, new

stress case undone preplanned no fun
i'm scared i've scared them all away
high strung let go loss of control
i'm scared i've scared sleep all away

heart attack
hit and run