This is the kind of day that forces me to crawl back into bed and say, "Revive me when something interesting is happening."
This is the kind of day that reminds me of blank white walls, cold bare feet, and splitting headaches.
This is the kind of day where the only tenderness to be relied upon is found in poetry.
This is the kind of day that makes me want to spit in the face of entertainment news anchors.
This is the kind of day doubt permeates anything and everything: fireplaces, friendships, itchy necks, window blinds.
This is the kind of day I hate enough to sit on the edge of my chair and mindlessly rock back and forth.
This is the kind of day I want to flush down a toilet.
This is the kind of day where the only option is to run away, chasing the sun, wherever it is shining.
1 comment :
oh man Allie that doesn't sound like a very good day but despite your apparent distaste for entertainment news anchors i would like to recommend one that always brightens my day: the what the buck show. actually the most recent one sort of blows but most of them are good. on the other hand maybe this is just the sort of dude who drives you crazy and if so you have my heartfelt apology.
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