7 minutes until friday. you'd think i'd be in bed by now. but of course you'd be thinking wrong. tomorrow is another fun filled day on the phone. speaking to people i don't know, begging to fix something they don't know how they broke. fun filled. but it's friday, another week behind me. another week closer to the end. it will be here before i know it. soon i will no longer have to wake up and drive the 18 minutes to work i have done for the last 6 years. things will be different. i can guarantee that.
my hair has grown fast. i've been tempted to just shave it all off, but then again i want to see how long it will get. i listen to an old song called santa monica. and by old i mean like 1996. not too long ago, but it seems like and eternity ago. that year i dated alison. that year i worked at KFC, my life was a bit easier back then. well maybe not easier, just different. i wanted to find some older pictures from that time, maybe pictures of me and friends from back then. but i don't have any scanned. i have tons of pictures, but none scanned on the computer. that was pre-digital camera age. you remember, it wasn't that long ago.
"with my big black boots and a old suitcase, i do believe i'll find myself a new place."
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