A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid
maddening

You may not smoke cigars at WhiskeyBlue

I'm one extreme or the other in so many of my behaviors, moods, and ways.
I either save EVERYTHING from a trip or I save nothing. I either take 15 rolls of film or none.
I don't have as many matchbooks as I should. I should have picked up one of those flyers from Sliders. Maybe I'll take the bottle opener from the minibar.
When I reach into the pocket of that great silk jacket, I find little plastic whales and airplanes.
I'm not so upset about the lack of a lot of photos.
I think there is going to have to be at least one photo of ME while I'm still here. As a proof? Maybe something like that.
dunno.
But as for everything else... most of the pictures that needed to be taken were, just not with a camera, and not in anyway that I could show anyone else. And since the only person who would really get it was here with me... then problem solved.

I woke up a lot last night. And I'm kind of glad I did. It prolongued my time in a weird way. It also made all those bizarre dreams even more bizarre because I could analyze them all in half-awake clarity.
I dunno. I'm just rambling at this point. I thought I should write something in this space while I was still here.

I'm such an emotional girl. But it's in such a damned good way.
Changes are gradual and sudden. Moods are subtle and harsh.
I'm a roller coaster ride built and maintained under its own laws of aerodynamics. And it's invite only.
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