Monday, September 8, 2008

Sometimes...

Sometimes I just want to shoot something.

Sometimes I cook just to get the funk out of my head - like the whirling aromas and playful mixtures for spice wisps away all that is bad for the day.

Sometimes I wish there was Nothing. Just complete silence for just a little while.

Sometimes I get my hopes up in people that I know really are going to let me down sooner than I expected, but I still hope - hope for a change. A surprise.

Sometimes I work late because I revel in the distraction - work is one of the few places I feel like what I do matters to how things keep going.

Sometimes I really miss my fair-weather friends because they were comforting for a little while.

Sometimes I hate being the oldest.

Sometimes I hate needing to be responsible the majority of the time.

Sometimes I write letters that I know I won't send just to vent it out.

Sometimes I really think my dog's the only one that really listens to me when I'm talking.

1 comment:

Chessy said...

I know EXACTLY what you are talking about. I wish I was a better fair-weather friend. I wish I was able to sit in a dark theater sipping smuggled booze while we talk too loud and laugh too often at the places that are only funny to us....