Water turns to poison, and loving touch gives way to lonely nights...

God damn. Last night I went to Trevor's to visit for awhile, under the assumption that his mom would let him drive me home. So we started watching The Great Rock 'N Roll Swindle, and I fell asleep. Around 11:30, Trevor woke me up and said 'Ok, I should drive you home." so I stumbled to the door and waited for him to get the keys. Well, it turns out his mom was drunk and wouldn't let him take the car. I was totally pissed. I had to be home today in case Sears called. The only option was for me to walk. Trevor, the gentleman that he is, said he would walk with me. It took us a little over an hour and a half to go all the way to my dad's, and I was bloody exhausted when we got there. I fell asleep almost immediately. This morning I got up, had breakfast, and discovered my dogs had crapped downstairs. I fucking hate animals. I'm starting to think that I would be perfectly happy living by myself with no other living thing in sight. The walk last night was ok I guess. We talked about a whole bunch of stuff on the way, like afterlife, and death and all that sort of stuff. I love talking about that! One day I'll post all of my wacked theories. Hmm. Maybe I'll go shower.




"Eating snowflakes with plastic forks and a paper plate, you know, you think of everything."
-Modest Mouse