Witlessly waiting for my disinterest in the unappealing to interest me intriguingly.
Don't take this too seriously . . . I feel this way constantly. It's nothing I can't handle.
I’ve got it bad for how good I have it – I have problems, But nothing serious. At least I’m not homeless; It could always be worse, I think, And that sure cheers me up. Everything Is fine. Smile you lonely bastard You have it all; You have it alright Don’t piss and whine You … Continue reading The Day Will Come