Friday, August 05, 2005
so i'm picky, what can you do? be open minded, young one. i try darling, i do. it's just who i'm meant to be. so time is a-ticking. the sibs are getting way too old for their own good w/o any companions to grow old with. hormones are raging away, filling this young chica with nonsense worries of the future. maybe a nun or a monk? ha, dont kid yourself. you're going straight to hell, but nothing's wrong with that. oh no, i accept it and am excited about getting hell money, paper clothes, watches, cars, maids, and riches burned to me. hell isnt so bad.. it's the waiting that's the killer.
either i worry about my lack of romance, or i worry about my competition for my future as a photographer. these young'ins that prance around calling themselves photographers, throwing their art jargon along w/ their junk learned from psych 105 and philosophy 101, throwing their "i'm depressed" face onto the frame.. oh how they multiply in numbers each day. the people who have potential in other areas all jump on the bandwagon. how did i land in the wagon and why do i hate it so?
i'm so not prepared
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Looks like someone's staying in New Haven for another two weeks. And it's me.
Hit me up on AIM or gimme a call and I'll fill you in.
Elijah
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