Care

What a funny word.

right now, theme song: Hurt (the NIN version)

I just took a moment to think about a conversation I had today. Quite possibly it was the most selfish, self serving load of bullshit I have ever heard. I know the woman I was, am, and could be. I also know when someone really cares about you, they will do their best to not hurt you. It's sad really and now I'm a tad maudlin, my mind wandering, unable to focus. I can't even collect my thoughts about my adventure last night. This kinda sucketh mucho ass. It would be a lie to say I know what I'm gonna do about this... so I'll just leave it up to to the universe to take care of me, the way it always has.
Let's see if they ever learn how to care. Let's see how long it takes me not to.
And the fuck you they so richly deserve is tucked firmly in my cheek for easy access.
Yup.

Ok enough of the sad sack mama. Tonight, upcoming theme song: Dancin machine

Raines, a spot on the bed, a meeting with Luq & Verse, prayin for a haircut, the Dork Mag party, tight jeans, the sexpot walk, the deliciously flirty movements, Dister's insanely indecent proposal (giggle, chuckle, guffaw) and a cheese grin the size of Wisconsin.
Life is surely goood.

- outty, 5000 G