ShagmoorLounge

July 27, 2005

I am finally done with the Weston shit. Done and finished. No more changes, no alterations, she's happy with it and it's done. I figured out a way to use my silkscreens without my gimpy leg getting in the way. I figured out how to drive without my gimpy leg getting in the way and without killing anyone. I figured out a way to make my chick happy. It involves a lot of kissing and apologising and acknowledging her innate superiority in almost everything. I figured out a way to ditch my parents, the king and the queen, without having to change my cell number. I figured out a way to adequately compensate Goth Boy for being me when I was on the gimp. I figured out a way to nicely tell Miss Ennui to leave me the fuck alone. I figured out a way to defend myself with the pimp cane without having to put weight on the gimp leg. I've a lot of shit out these last few days.

Now if I could just figure out how to find time to get my shit together and get my monster up and screaming again. I also need to figure out a way to break it to my chick that we are not leaving the country together for at least a year. Maybe all those bus explosions in London and Egypt will be good for something.

I have angst in pants. I have to get the fuck out of here. I'm buried in work and I just want to lay in a field of wildflowers and listen to old skool punk for three days.

The Shadow knows 3:22 AM
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