So I've set myself up. All twisted up, zooted and music blasting. So what is there to write? The experience I've been waiting to inspire hasn't taken place yet, I'm feeling a bit impatient, and my ultimate flaw is disrupting my way of life. I am shallow. Very shallow. And my standard of aesthetic living has been compromised, I am finding it difficult to cope, even to sleep.
I don't do unfuckable's. Female's that is. With guys, I'm overly picky, so the unfuckable's come a dime a dozen.
My taste with men is beginning to vary, I'll admit the dumb pretty boy is losing it's flavor, has lost it's flavor entirely in fact, now I feel vibe. Tall and skinny is a must. But tall and skinny with vibe. Dress sense, and just a strange look about them in general. I have a person in mind, gritty, raw, old. At least with the photo I'm thinking of.
That is everything now, what monumental look can be achieved today? What part of my life will be remembered for years to come? What picture will my daughter post to her website with a paragraph with a sordid history of the picture itself? What will become timeless?
I haven't slept at all tonight, I'm proud of myself. I was hoping for something to write about tonight, but, circumstances have been boring lately, tonight was just, a laughing riot. But this is life, and that is what tomorrow is for, to make up for the fuckery's of today.
Tomorrow should be good.
Oh, excuse me, it's 5:41 in the morning.
My silly ass means today.
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