"Don't you miss the big-time, boy..."
I like this picture. As someone who commented on it mentioned, you can see the repairs that have been done to the wall. They were, no doubt, essential. It wasn't just a frivolous, "Hey, let's fix something." And these were the only repairs that were made.
*sigh* I'll skip out on the boring psycho-analysis for the possible reasons I like this...
"I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round..."
The next line of that song says, "I really love to watch them roll." I don't, and I'm tired of it, so I'm just going to stick with the single line.
So I'm still coughing, but it's slowly getting better, I think. It's certainly not helping today's mood. As my day progresses, I'm getting more and more into that "I just want to be alone; I don't want to hear anyone talking to me; Don't you dare touch me; and the slightest comment may get you bitched at" mood. I'm going to lay on the futon, covered in my chenille throw, and finish watching Empire Records. Then I think I may do Erin Brockovich, too. I'm hoping that will help things.
Again... skipping psycho-analysis for your preservation!
I broke my phone again yesterday. A flick of the wrist talking, and it's flying through the air, hitting a door and sliding to the floor. So now my screen's solid white; but the external one still works, and I have updated most of the custom ringtones, so I'm getting by. I'm going to check on how many times the warranty will apply (we all know this isn't a first), and if not I'll be replacing the LCD myself.
*sigh* I'll skip out on the boring psycho-analysis for the possible reasons I like this...
"I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round..."
The next line of that song says, "I really love to watch them roll." I don't, and I'm tired of it, so I'm just going to stick with the single line.
So I'm still coughing, but it's slowly getting better, I think. It's certainly not helping today's mood. As my day progresses, I'm getting more and more into that "I just want to be alone; I don't want to hear anyone talking to me; Don't you dare touch me; and the slightest comment may get you bitched at" mood. I'm going to lay on the futon, covered in my chenille throw, and finish watching Empire Records. Then I think I may do Erin Brockovich, too. I'm hoping that will help things.
Again... skipping psycho-analysis for your preservation!
I broke my phone again yesterday. A flick of the wrist talking, and it's flying through the air, hitting a door and sliding to the floor. So now my screen's solid white; but the external one still works, and I have updated most of the custom ringtones, so I'm getting by. I'm going to check on how many times the warranty will apply (we all know this isn't a first), and if not I'll be replacing the LCD myself.



1 Comments:
You are pretty cute, Greg.
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