Filed under: Coming down
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
today is going to go just swell.
run out the door trying to catch a bus to have it start pouring.
miss the bus by 10 seconds
stand in rain and wait
and wait
and wait
get on bus where a woman who appears to have some form of autism is singing at the top of her lungs
but this isn’t even the right bus ‘cos you missed the other
so you have to walk up the hill and back to get coffee
and your cell starts beeping ‘cos the battery’s dying when you’ve just finished charging it
its incessant bleeps are why you’re carrying around the charger that gets caught up in your headphone wiring.
time after time pulling the headphones out of the jack
deny me music toooooo fine
it’s not like that riff has saved my life before or anything.
I think there’s sugar in this coffee.
cool and the dye in this shirt has bled onto my skin. or maybe i’m still hallucinating colours. don’t think i’m that lucky this time.
i was supposed to be here early enough to get stuff for my job done plus finish reviewing for this test. now I say? fuck that. back to the pack. need another smooooooke and i’m probably going to be late as it is. let’s just sit in this foyer a little longer you little loner.
what is this test even on?
Filed under: Coming down
Lyrics that play with language and puns are best.
I did not feel Grandaddy when I first heard them. The vocals annoyed me. A lot. But when I got past them and started to listen to not how he was singing, but what he was singing I’ve dug it a lot more. The vox still bother me. I always think of the Unicorns.
Not sure how to approach the rest of the day. Tried to study for the test, but could not. Have no pot. Should probably sleep. Want to be awake for another full day. Haven’t got the means though. So what do I do now? Chainsmoke for the next four hours or so? I think we study all night and write again. Give myself a bit of a break, maybe make myself eat something.
Yeah. I think so.
