Because I really wanna go out and do stuff, now that I can talk, and everyone’s asleep, and I shouldn’t ‘ve slept on the train, because now I’m like
Sense my sister isn’t feeling too well Caz and I decided to help out around the house as a surprise before she got back from work.
After cleaning up all inside we took to the yard.
Our bigass, corner lot of a yard.
We took botht the pushmowers we have and split the yard in half. Cut, edged, and raked the yard first!
And all I could think of the whole time was
Scrollin’ through meaningless web pages that aren’t blocked by the county and stumble upon Zodiac pages. Zodiac amuses me, not a religious thing, but it’s interesting.
Reading up and laughing at all the Taurus crap and sitting there like “… heh, that’s true…. heh, so is that…” Which leads me from one sign to another. I start looking up people I know by their birthdays and doing more “heh, true” like comparing Ruger to the Pisces she is, and Jenny the Cancer, and how they all get along with Taurus.
Then I notice the Capricorn and I’m like “Holy shit, I need more Capricorns in my life! Awesome sign is awesome”
So I start researching the Capricorns and their birthdays. I’m really getting into it now. I’m that bored. And it hits me, right in the middle of all the radio chatter. Ludwig’s birthday is January 8th. He’s a friggin’ Capricorn.
And I just sat there, gaping at the screen. It fit him so well, down to the books. It was all so creepy. And then I just started getting so upset. It just keeps falling on me.
I lost everything I’ve ever wanted.
I was hit so hard I had to call a code three for radio silence. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t think. I just shut the door and the stupid window and just sat there trying to keep it together.
I gotta find something to keep my mind off of this. For good. It’s like I’m drowning and forgot how to swim. It’s so painful and it lasts and lasts…
I just cut a mohawk
There’s a duck in the kitchen
It’s the beginning of the weekend
My standards are just too high now